Sometimes, as if in a dream, we enter a house called Buddha, sit at a table called Zazen, and opposite us is a fool; repetitive, moody, mocking. And the more we wish him to shut up, the louder he is. And we think that if we just endure this, at some point he will go away, or at least be silent, and then better companions: wisdom, compassion, stillness and so on will appear; and they need to appear soon, before we are thrown into nothingness.
We need to understand that we’re the fool. Wisdom, compassion, stillness have been there all along.
How so? Because each thing is everything. A pinpoint of light illuminates the entire universe.