May all beings everywhere, with whom we are inseparably interconnected, be fulfilled, awakened, and free. May there be peace in this world and throughout the entire universe, and may we all together complete the spiritual journey.
— Lama Surya Das
Because adults are victims of language, each word being a different virus that attacks the mind, they are driven by these carefully evolved invaders to create order, a condition in which word germs thrive. Gradually, as the disease spreads, even children and cats succumb to the imposed regimes, bludgeoned into line, the pets’ high-spirited endeavors discouraged by the attachment of bells or small tables. Meanwhile children turn imperceptibly into their parents, a clever process that guarantees the controlling germs can hop like fleas across generations.
The garden is also a reminder of the niche carved out for terror in our heads and from which wild cries were long ago turned on an internal lathe into language, later to be turned yet again into chandeliers and chaises longues. While these carved descendants of prehistoric guttural calls are now largely silent (seats cushioned, castors oiled), vowels and consonants are recombined to discuss history and wysteria, falling about us like autumn leaves.”