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It is the nature of the Zen beast that in the beginning of initiating something new in the craft one’s whole being-ness is put into the task. Then, by and large, that familiar territory becomes so comfortable that one just sits on the rump of deep-seated self-satisfaction. But the newness of discovery is gone. What remains is the smelly cushion that harbors no miracle but only fast-fading images of the glory that was once the Unborn initiative, one innately launched out of intuitive resourcefulness, but now consisting of only incessantly farting-away the moments and memories of no good effort. read more