The killer sat near her picture window and gazed down at the river in meditation. Stately Old Father Thames soothed her anxieties and irritation. Not long before, she had read an article about Zen, which contained a notion that struck a chord. She was no Buddhist; how could she be? Followers of the Buddha held life sacred, whereas she revelled in taking it. She did, however, believe that meditation helped self-realisation. The concept that touched her was an affirmation that choosing is the sickness of the Western mind. There is nothing complicated about the Great Way except avoiding choices.
choosing is the sickness of the Western mind. There is nothing complicated about the Great Way except avoiding choices.That issue was irritating her at present. She could see why Buddhists considered
