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The Evolution Of The Brain Not Only Overshot The Needs Of Prehistoric Man, It Is The Only Example Of Evolution Providing A Species With An Organ Which It Does Not Know How To Use.

To Want To Meet An Author Because You Like His Books Is As Ridiculous As Wanting To Meet The Goose Because You Like Pate De Foie Gras.

The More Backwoodish A Social Group, Juvenile Or Adult, The Stricter Its Conception Of The Normal, And The Readier It Will Ridicule Any Departure From It.

If Time Is Treated In Modern Physics As A Dimension On A Par With The Dimensions Of Space, Why Should We A Priori Exclude The Possibility That We Are Pulled As Well As Pushed Along Its Axis? The Future Has, After All, As Much Or As Little Reality As The Past, And There Is Nothing Logically Inconceivable In Introducing, As A Working Hypothesis, An Element Of Finality, Supplementary To The Element Of Causality, Into Our Equations. It Betrays A Great Lack Of Imagination To Believe That The Concept Of "purpose" Must Necessarily Be Associated With Some Anthropomorphic Deity.

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.