Maybe the whole thing was one long and muddy Zen koan, and only through considering it in the first place could I begin to comprehend the unanswerable. I remember Timmy telling me about a presentation he gave at a university where a professor’s child suddenly raised his hand as an image of the yin and yang symbol appeared. When Timmy called on the precocious youth, he asked what color the line was between the black and white sides. The little Buddha was onto something. The line exists, but now I think I know that you have to start walking it to figure out what it really looks like.
