We have a couple of lovely carved Mokugyo around here that sound terrible ... clunk clunk. We have a couple that sound nice. Really,
This is something I have been contemplating for some time. Not only the sense of having a fixed personal self, but the odd, lifelong process of manufacturing
I can relate, Ernst.
I often find my mind looking for the level at which it gets stuck:
Don't I understand enough English?
Don't I know
while exploring ritual/tradition with my sittings, the point of getting a nice Mokugyo came recently.
Love the story
yes, I look for a german translation. It doesn´t make sense to read things like this not in the native language.