A touch of zen.
I reported to the school of ammunition today. To find myself sitting..and sitting.
I sat to wait for lunch. After lunch, I sat to regulate the flow of the food down my digestive tract. I sat. I have never sat so long in my entire life. Its even more enervating than the SAT test that I sat.
Buddha remained under the tree for forty-nine days, neither eating nor drinking. I sat under the training shed, with my legs akimbo and stared at the dense undergrowth in front of me. Monkeys scaled the fences with ease and walked the barbed wire with such funambulism. Then the monkey king appeared. Then the monkey queen appeared. Then they started screwing. My jaws dropped. I was shocked by the spontaneity and the audacity of the monkeys. Buddha meditated and gained enlightment.
Some zen from me. Monkeys copulated and i gained entertainment.