Master Frank's Zen Garden

[den4]

Now we know why you are so calm and serene at home and at work, Frank-sama…

http://www.cea2.mdx.ac.uk/lceaSite/gallery/zengarden/index.htm

Should have told us that you were into Zen Gardening….. J

Ever notice how his answers are always so calm and serene, like the soft waves crashing against the cliff wall on the beach, sending a number of beach homes down into the surf, while their owners are in a state of panic…it is all because Master Frank has his Zen Garden to work in to keep himself calm and collected…

 

[lexico]

This is evil, den4. I started out calm and composed. Afer some zenning around the sand patch, I am all vexed and vehement. I get no satisfaction of getting my hands all dirty and dusty. There is no peace of mind in chasing after shadows of sand pics. I need the real thing !

Besides, I need to use both hands. Dragging around the rake in a one handed mouse makes me want to be a fish, free flowing and flying in the fluid, lucid waters. The fish is happy. How do I know the fish is happy ? How can I not know the fish is not unhappy ? How can you know that I do not know that the fish is not unhappy, while you imagine that the fish must most definitely not be happy ? Therefore the fish must be happy-ere than the vexed out me.

 

[Glenn]

I couldn't rake the rocks.

 

[Apollo]

Now we know why you are so calm and serene at home and at work, Frank-sama…

Should have told us that you were into Zen Gardening….. J

Ever notice how his answers are always so calm and serene, like the soft waves crashing against the cliff wall on the beach, sending a number of beach homes down into the surf, while their owners are in the state of panicﾂ…it is all because Master Frank has his Zen Garden to work in to keep himself calm and collectedﾂ…

Nice!!! One form of my work has a small miniature toy zen garden, which is sometimes fun to play with. (it is about the size of a shoebox and has three stones and sand-like this version...

 

[den4]

This is evil, den4. I started out calm and composed. Afer some zenning around the sand patch, I am all vexed and vehement. I get no satisfaction of getting my hands all dirty and dusty. There is no peace of mind in chasing after shadows of sand pics. I need the real thing !

Besides, I need to use both hands. Dragging around the rake in a one handed mouse makes me want to be a fish, free flowing and flying in the fluid, lucid waters. The fish is happy. How do I know the fish is happy ? How can I not know the fish is not unhappy ? How can you know that I do not know that the fish is not unhappy, while you imagine that the fish must most definitely not be happy ? Therefore the fish must be happy-ere than the vexed out me.

There is no fish.