Sunday, January 11, 2009

Zen and the Universe
The search for truth is a road of enduring proportions, persistent yet elusive. Those who claim to have mastered its secrets are perhaps those furthest from it. Will I ever really know? Soul searching solitude and nights of contemplation are my companions in search of the way.

Excerpt from: A Chinese Kid Named Santiago
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