Too much talking. Too much thinking. I remember standing with the bow drawn, waiting, trying not to think. That was a time when I didn’t know how not to think. Not thinking — what is that? How can I stand like this (dozukuri), and nock the arrow, and raise the bow (uchiokoshi), and draw the bow, and wait for the moment when the arrow must be released (hanare) — how can I do any of it without thinking?
Much later there was a conversation in a small room, and a teacher said to me: Of course you are all about thinking. Everyone is. Descartes said it, and we have believed it ever since. We believed it long before that.
What am I? Only don’t know. This “don’t know” is open and clear, empty, unlimited.