Habit Is The Denial Of Creativity And

Scientists Are Peeping Toms At The Keyhole Of Eternity.

Coincidence May Be Described As The Chance Encounter Of Two Unrelated Causal Chains Which-miraculously, It Seems-merge Into A Significant Event. It Provides The Neatest Paradigm Of The Bisociation Of Previously Separate Contexts, Engineered By Fate. Coincidences Are Puns Of Destiny. In The Pun, Two Strings Of Thought Are Tangled Into One Acoustic Knot; In The Coincidental Happening, Two Strings Of Events Are Knitted Together By Invisible Hands.

War Is A Ritual, A Deadly Ritual, Not The Result Of Aggressive Self-assertion, But Of Self-transcending Identification. Without Loyalty To Tribe, Church, Flag Or Ideal, There Would Be No Wars.

Zen Is To Religion What A Japanese "rock Garden" Is To A Garden. Zen Knows No God, No Afterlife, No Good And No Evil, As The Rock-garden Knows No Flowers, Herbs Or Shrubs. It Has No Doctrine Or Holy Writ: Its Teaching Is Transmitted Mainly In The Form Of Parables As Ambiguous As The Pebbles In The Rock-garden Which Symbolise Now A Mountain, Now A Fleeting Tiger. When A Disciple Asks "what Is Zen?", The Master's Traditional Answer Is "three Pounds Of Flax" Or "a Decaying Noodle" Or "a Toilet Stick" Or A Whack On The Pupil's Head.

A Writer's Ambition Should Be To Trade A Hundred Contemporary Readers For Ten Readers In Ten Years' Time And For One Reader In A Hundred Years' Time.