i was sanding a piece of wood when it suddenly slipped, causing me to apply a big stroke of the sandpaper on my own finger. after realising how uninjured my finger was, a thought occurred to me. the more stubborn we are, the more similar we are to the piece of wood. unable to bend, we keep feeling like we are compromising, like we are losing out to the rest and getting chipped away bit by bit every time a problem arises. but if we are flexible by nature, then just as the piece of skin is unharmed by the sanding, we too would be immune to quarrels and immune to nasty conflicts in opinion. will elaborate when i'm more awake. my english is surrendering to my sleepiness. nitez folks!

cheers,
kenneth