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HENG SURE: June 24, 1977
Broken-glass Cultivation
As I bowed through someone’s entire windshield, ten yards of broken glass--a slivery carpet twinkling in a solid strip like vanilla icing on the blacktop cake--I bowed very carefully, very mindfully. One false move and I would be lacerated, hand, knees and head. I suddenly realized that if I cultivated like that all the time, as if I were bowing on a road covered with broken glass, I might get somewhere.
As soon as I passed through the glass my lazy mind habits filtered in again and on I went past my fog-bound life.