Oh yeah? What did you have last night?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. With a pickle. " "And the night before?" "Turkey sandwich on wheat. No pickle. " She giggled. "What was the last hot meal you cooked?" He pretended to rack his brains. "Uh. . . beans and franks. On Monday.
The light is already there. In Zen Buddhism there's a little speck of dust on the mirror, and that's us.