Turning Points

Q: Is that your birthday suit? **************************************************************************** A: Well it isn't my Sunday best!

"My eyes followed the smoke which curled and uncurled in the dappled light. And my mind mingled in the smoke and slowly vanished in blue wreaths. After a long interval, without having any recourse to logic, I could see with utter certainty the origin, the growth and the disappearance of the world. It was as if I had once more plunged into Buddha, but this time without the delusive words and insolent acrobatic tricks of the mind. This smoke is the essence of his teaching, these vanishing spirals are life coming impatiently to a happy end in blue nirvana..."
-Nikos Kazantzakis Zorba the Greek, p. 49