I threw a stone, and it hit a bird. I know this. I know this.
I can see the stone, as if I held it now. I threw it. I hit the bird.
Raven on a fencepost. Sitting there. One of two, two ravens on the fence. Throw stones at them. Throw a stone at the raven.
I can’t think. I don’t know what to do. It said something. The raven spoke. I threw the stone and the raven spoke. It lay on the ground and it spoke.
“Brother!” it said. “Muninn!”
And then it died.
I threw a stone…
The Buddha in the Attic
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