The day J.D. Salinger died I spent 7 hours polishing candlesticks in a Zen temple.
I found out a day later,
tonight,
sitting at a wooden table in the winter corner of the temple library,
having just copied down my lineage,
carefully,
trying to memorize by lamplight.
I can think of no more fitting memorial.
"All we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of holy ground to the next." -J.D.S.
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