I absolutely love photography. It's not the end result necessarily, so much as the process itself. Walking about, camera in hand, the whole world becomes sharper, clearer, imbued with life, a life of its own. The Self opens its eyes and begins to see, the Self raises the camera, collects the shot, exhales its Self out into nothingness, the Ego vanishes, the shutter clicks, the viewfinder goes black. Everything suddenly disappears- and for that brief instant, you are totally free. And so you keep doing it, over and over again... and something of that seeing, that exhalation, and that vanishing remains with you, like a remembered movement, retaining that feeling when you see your friend, or do your work, or whatever else you may do.

Enlightenment is for the film, not the operator. The finger that clicks the shutter is limited in purpose, driven by will, and focused on a pinpoint- but the film is open, empty, and receptive.

That's what I long to be like, some day.