Monday, May 26, 2008

maybe

Once upon a time a peasant had a horse. This horse ran away,so the peasant's neighbours came to console him for his bad luck. He answered: "Maybe".

The day after the horse came back, leading 6 wild horses with it. The neighbours came to congratulate him on such good luck. The peasant said: "Maybe".

The day after, his son tried to saddle and ride on one of the wild horses, but he fell down and broke his leg. Once again the neighbours came to share that misfortune. The peasant said: "Maybe".

The day after, soldiers came to conscript the youth of the village, but the peasant's son was not chosen because of his broken leg. When the neighbours came to congratulate, the peasant said again :"Maybe".

(Huai Nan Tzu)

just finished:


Not to be categorized into new phenomenon of dog-lovers books genre. This is MUCH more.

Art. Beautiful. Maybe the best book I have ever loved. This morning, I had no idea it existed; it caught by eye at Starbucks, and I finished it shortly before midnight, teary and vowing to never love another book as much. Intelligence. Brilliance. Beautiful prose. Pages that turn themselves so fast my eyes could barely keep up.

Enzo, the narrator, is a dog/philosopher sure he is soon to be reincarnated as a human. He has an affection for smells, going fast, opposable thumbs and his human best friend, Denny.

"Your car goes where your eyes go." -Enzo

"Give me my thumbs, you ****ing monkeys." -Enzo