I sit every day, not to be enlightened, but because it refreshes me. It is the glass of cold water after a long walk. It is the fresh breeze on a hot day.

It suspends me, that odd collection of stories and preferences that I know as Ottmar or Zenho, for 30 minutes or an hour every day. For the duration of my sitting, there is nothing to do, but to be present in the moment, the moments… to breath, and to watch the brain spin its stories and tales… sometimes the brain gives up for a while and stops making up stuff… those are delicious moments… no better than the other moments, mind you…