Say you want a cat. A dog's too easy, would wag when wag is inappropriate, and slobber on the guests. You'll take the cat, so different and strange, it drives you crazy,
its shiftlessness, its ins-and-outs, its chi. You call. It does not come. Is this a pet, this Dharma ***? You say you can't accept its vacant gaze, its scorn, who yearned to be
at home with feral grace, with all you're not. But you're a Body safely locked from Mind, that Problem no Mind solves. This point's defined for you by ****, who's not the pet you thought
but Otherness, one owned by God, or none. Cat sleeps for hours, wants out. A job well done.