Philosophy’s foundation: Are the rocks in the garden, or in your mind? Natural Law, natural no more. In his Amsterdam studio, Rembrandt painted himself as a scraggy buddha with “hard-lines cross the brow.” On Cold Mountain, Hanshan brushed poems onto stones, amongst "peach trees and plums," a rock for a pillow. Stones on a mountain, on the moon and reddening Mars, on green Earth in the rock garden cooling at sunset.

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