This is the meditation stool my uncle made for me. Nothing shows up as this beautiful creation. Why does nothing show up as something? Why not? It comes from nothing, returns to nothing and in between there is laughter, tears and words and pictures. What a piece of work is this wood! And what a piece of work we are.
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