Beings are numberless, I vow to save them
Delusions are inexhaustible, I vow to end them
Dharma gates are boundless, I vow to enter them
Buddha's way is unsurpassable, I vow to realize it.
"Knausgaard has his own artistic commitment to inexhaustibility ... which manifests itself as a kind of tiring tirelessness."
James Woods' review of Knausgaard's book "My Struggle": http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2012/08/13/total-recall
But why would this critic describe it as "tiring" tirelessness? Could there not be an energizing form of tirelessness?
|Jonathan Chua Kiat, National Geographic http://photography.nationalgeographic.com|