Practice done poorly,
Practice done well:
It is of practice DONE
Which I shall tell.
And I will add a short and mostly not interesting story. I travel a fair amount, and found myself in New Orleans last week, and sought out a place called Jacque-Imo’s, which had a sausage and alligator tail cheesecake I had heard was quite good.
The meal was good, not great–although the place itself is a lot of fun–but sitting there pondering the whole thing it occurred to me that happiest thing that happened to me that day was in my Kum Nye practice, where I often, lately, pull out interesting and forgotten or new emotions. This is a sort of discovery which is the end goal of physical travel, which does not always yield it. Quite often, you just move your blindness from one location to another. This can be repeated endlessly, to no profit.