Warner: “Even though I can't say anything definitive about Zen, I can say a little about what Zen means to me. To me Zen is like some kind of crazed wild beast with big fangs and slashing claws. The task I have set for myself is to try to somehow make friends with that beast so that I can sleep next to it in the warmth of its fur with a certain degree of confidence that it probably won't decide to tear me to pieces, disembowel me, and eat me.”

“This beast isn't a kitty cat or a puppy dog. It's not only not tame, it is deranged. Even if it doesn't kill me tonight, it could kill me tomorrow night. It's totally unpredictable.”

“The emerging consensus of American Zen, on the other hand, seems to me an attempt to capture that beast, anesthetize it, pull out its claws and teeth, and force it to breed tame, clawless, fangless offspring. These offspring will then be slaughtered, their bodies dried and salted, and then packed into plastic bags with a picture of the original beast on them and the words WILD BEAST JERKY in flaming red and the slogan ‘Can you tame the wild beast?’ ”

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