Calliope stands at the window, watching January flakes dance and drift.
Thalia flips betwixt apps and scrolls. “Best invehhn-shun — eh-vrrrrr!”
Nią harrumphs. “Distraction.”
“Both…” Calliope bridges the gap. “And like everything else in this world… we are gifted an opportunity… to employ the tool with passion and clear thinking.”
The Buddha, the Godhead, resides quite as comfortably in the circuits of a digital computer as he does at the top of a mountain or in the petals of a flower.
~Robert M. Pirsig: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance