I’m not doing so well on my goal to read a new book a month, but I’m hoping to catch up by the pool when it’s full summer. In the meantime, there’s The Dharma Bums to re-read. This is from their backpacking trip to the Sierra Nevadas:
Now the mountains were getting that pink tinge, I mean the rocks, they were just solid rock covered with the atoms of dust accumulated there since beginningless time. In fact I was afraid of those jagged monstrosities all around and over our heads.
“They’re so silent!” I said.
“Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.”