When I compared your world to an English garden, I did not mean to trivialize your interest in Zen, that finest of the black arts innovated to us by the ancient Egyptian wisdom of the Corpus Hermetica. Obviously your many sojourns at east west books have convinced you not only of the efficacy of tea as a laxative but also of the very evil nature of gardens not made of sand and a solitary rock, which do not fit in your office, i.e. their deleterious effect on that most important element of exterior design, the environment. And you, dear reader, are so environmentally friendly as to sit and read my blog and cease your domination of like, the whales man, that I do not mean to insult you by speaking of this horrific English garden, which is practically a rape of nature.
Sorry for the bad choice of metaphors.
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