MEASURE FOR MEASURE
Naked and dripping, I tipped the gym scales the other day at an undesirable but far from tragic 86 kilograms. Then, without my breathing or moving, the LCD gave me the benefit of the doubt at 85.9. Then flickered back up to 86, then back down again to 85.9.
I concluded there was something inherently unstable about either my body weight or the electronic scales. Then I remembered the Zen parable in which the novice asks the master whether it is the fluttering flag that is moving or the wind, to which the master replies, It’s your mind that’s moving, dude. (more…)
