Consider the enso. Zen practitioners, after meditating for too long in front of a piece of paper, draw them quickly, in a single swoosh. To the trained eye, the enso reveals the practitioner’s momentary make-up and their proximity to enlightenment.
To my eye, though, the enso is a black circle, and the consideration of it tells me nothing. If it’s shaky, I assume they were hungry. As a diabetic, I know doughnuts. The boundless flavors, the formless glaze, their sad impermanence–their danger.
There is mastery in doughnuts, and this blog seeks their center.