I slipped back to my former funeral home. When the owner saw me coming back, he asked me why I had left before. I said that I had forgotten to pay for the cigarette I had just bought and returned it quickly. He nodded and said that I was quite naive.

It's not that I'm idle looking for things. It's that there are no hotels in the village that I can stay in. I have only three choices.

Sleep in the wilderness, sleep in the street, or come and read the Sutra for a night. If you think about it, the third way is the best. At least there are...