That, of course, was the problem with zen. Mountains were mountains, streams were streams, and forests were forests, except when they were not. And then were again. To someone who knew zen, on the proper intuitive level, it all made perfect sense. To someone who did not know zen, it made no sense at all.

A priest."
Pen nodded. "A title. Our order concerns itself more with the redemption of man then the seeking of his Creator. Assuming there is such a thing."
"Doubts are good," Vaughn said. "If a belief can't stand questioning, it isn't apt to be much.

Perhaps the voice stilled. Perhaps not. Either way, he lost the sound of it in the surging wave that crested and carried him to new places with this new woman. For a few moments, at least, the sound went away, along with the darkness, the worry, the memories. He and Moon danced the oldest man and woman dance, yin and yang, and all else was less than a shadow.
For a few moments.

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