Waiting for a visitor in the wet, gray morning, I ask again: What is it?
There is no answer apart from the question, which strips away the illusions that I take up in vain attempts to stay dry and warm.
Walt Whitman famously urged:
« Unscrew the locks from the doors!
Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! »
As does a Zen koan: Better to have nothing at all than to have something good. (Blue Cliff Record, Case 86)