Driving home from Dhamma Mahavana this afternoon, I happened upon a red Ferrari in Woodside (note the statistics), whose vanity license plate read "1 of 15." A massive wave of utter disgust swept over me, having spent the past 8 days working on ego-dissolution in intense meditation.
Anicca. (it's pronounced ah-NEE-cha.)
Then as I approached Kings Mountain Road (a gorgeous, windy mountain road climbing through the redwoods of Huddart Park) I got stuck behind an ugly monstrosity of a machine. It belched nasty fumes and deafening noise all the way up the mountain. At 15 mph.
Anicca.
Then I checked my email: 586 messages, 400 of them spam.
Anicca.