Our ideas are safe."
"Thank God! Thank God, no one was hurt." He imagined the horror
of having all his canvases in that location and his image emblazoned in
light, heat, and smoke. What a way of setting his reputation on fire.
What a way of enlightening the world. And yet, in accordance with Zen,
burnt canvases would nip his ego and remind him of the true traceless
aspect of being. If this had happened, to which his whole being poured
out praise to whatever forces of the cosmos intentionally or
unintentionally caused it to not occur, it would have taught him the
awareness that permanence was an illusion. It would have taught him an
acceptance of fate and an appreciation of the simple pleasure of just
being. He thought of the time that he and Noppawan were in a Songkran
Festival water fight in Banglampool. Both were unlucky enough to have
both sides of their faces shot with water containing some form of
caustic chemicals that burned lacerations which later changed into
black eyes. For a few weeks the friends had been freaks but then they
were always freaks, and at the age of 14 or 15, the inception of their
friendship, they had attended the natural science freak museum at
Siriaj Hospital.
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