Whenever I come across those carefully stacked piles of rocks at the shoreline, I always knock them down.
Zen isn't in the stacking, or how long they last.
A good lesson, indeed. People spend their whole lives trying to build their mark on the world, not realizing how easily it can be erased when they're gone. Real zen is not dependent on a pile of stones.
That's not nice. Why destroy what someone has built?
Nothing is permanent. Why not scatter the stones?
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