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He spat so loudly, but the students were not awakened. They still meditated there, conscientiously. I admired them quite a bit. They meditated in many ways. Some chanted mantras, some practiced breathing, and some did contemplation on the solar plexus. There were still some others… Sometimes they’d hold some kind of retreat. It’s fun. We can also try it. Everyone gets a barrel. No, a box. […] You can’t move whenever you feel numb because there’s no space to move. Just a square box like this, made according to your body figure. If sitting there numbs your legs, and you complain, the teacher would tell you, “Now you recite ‘numb, numb, numb, numb.’” Till you don’t feel numb anymore. And that’s it. If you’re tired, he’d say, “OK. Now recite ‘tired, tired, tired, tired.’” If you feel pain, OK, just recite, and recite, “pain, pain, pain,” until the pain is gone. That was what he did. Oh, it’s so cute. […]
Places like open markets and roadsides where people sold food were his favorite. […] I’d never eat that kind of stuff. How strange. I feel that… Yeah, people in this world have rather poor ideas of hygiene. When I went to the big market, I saw how they displayed food on the ground for sale. As people walked past, dirt flew into the food. And if it was raining or something, it was so dirty, so dirty. […] And the fish(-people) would uncontrollably jump onto the vegetables. How could I eat?
