Saturday, May 08, 2010
It's not until things are broken...
I could blame the landlord for never getting around to fixing the wonky window.
I can blame myself for putting the wombat there on the window sill next to Ganesha (who, being more wise, escaped harm). All things considered, it was a stupid place.
I could blame my attachment to material things that the Buddha would tell me is the source of all misery.
I am sweeping up the pieces.