In the ephemeral grip of madness, I imagined her head on the same chopping block I used to butcher chickens and turkeys. Craving revenge by killing the mother of my unborn child permitted me the delusion of self-assertion. To regain my perspective, I reached into my pocket for a little book of Buddhist quotes. After reading a couple of lines about life embodied in the oneness of creation, I put it away. Against the backdrop of horrid realities confronting my own life, Buddhist meditative quotes were suitable for someone free of problems.
Maniacally, I began sanding the old stain off the wooden chairs. Occasionally taking a breather, I looked around the yard. Noticing a young deer peacefully chewing wilted vegetables on the other side of the chicken coop, I stopped working upon hearing Amb
