I was shocked to read the morning news when I saw this article:
My wife and I lived very close to this place before we moved to Ireland. My daughter was raised here when she was a baby, and I often carried her to Mr Gyro’s to pick up Mommy and Daddy’s dinner. That was our favorite gyro restaurant. And now, it’s completely gone.
The current of the flowing river does not cease, and yet the water is not the same water as before. The foam that floats on stagnant pools, now vanishing, now forming, never stays the same for long. So, too, it is with the people and dwellings of the world.
Anyhow, just a poignant reminder of the fragility of life. In addition to reading some of Nichiren’s letters, I’ve also been reading the works of Dogen, founder of Soto Zen, as well. He made a good point when he wrote:
Engage yourself in zazen [meditation] as though saving your head from fire.
In other words, life is short, and contingent, so don’t screw around.