When you comment please be honest on how it reads, if there are any mistakes, cliches, or rough edges please point them out, and this was rushed so thanks for reading! Chapter One I looked at my tattooed left shoulder and arm. A flaming black cross with a scroll under it reading, ‘Blessed are they who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.’ I looked to my right shoulder and arm, whic...
I once read, probably in Trout Fishing In America, or maybe in Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, or maybe I didn't read it at all; maybe I just thought it, and thought I must have read somewhere that the art of Zen is not to think about God while peeling potatoes. The art of Zen is just to peel the potatoes. I know I read in Time Enough For Love , by R.A.Heinlein, "...take big bites. Moderation is for monks."And...
