Whenever I come across those carefully stacked piles of rocks at the shoreline, I always knock them down.
Just wait for the children to leave first.
That's just so f***** up.
Talking to that face in the mirror again?
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.
Just because your life is a pile of ruins and rubble doesn't mean everyone else should share in your misery.
That's not nice. Why destroy what someone has built?
Nothing is permanent. Why not scatter the stones?
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