90. The practice of zazen can carry me into a silence beyond words and images and concepts. In this silence there is no yesterday, no tomorrow, no today. Here each and every preference falls away, for there is neither two nor one. There only 'is', an 'is' that mysteriously 'is not'. This mysterious 'is' does not belong to me, nor can I tie it down with a name. Lost in 'is-ness' I cease to be and yet am somehow strangely sustained.