No, I do not – at least not in any conventional way.

Words and actions. History and circumstance. Infinite, independent universes coexisting intimitely. Who knows how anyone is experiencing the world right now? Who sees how everything will come together to create the next moment?

Do you trust me? From what void did those words emerge?

Wabi-sabi. A golden question fills a crack in space and time. Or so it is in one universe. In another, the question creates the hole. In your universe, what do you fill it with?

A monk, head down, raises his empty begging bowl.

Do you trust me?