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“What is Zen? Zen means doing anything perfectly, making mistakes perfectly, being defeated perfectly, hesitating perfectly, doing anything perfectly or imperfectly, perfectly. What is the meaning of this perfectly? How does it differ from perfectly? Perfectly is in the will; perfectly is in the activity. Perfectly means that at each moment of the activity there is no egoism in it… our pain is not only our own pain; it is the pain of the universe. The joy of the universe is also our joy. Our failure and misjudgment is that of nature, which never hopes or despairs, but keeps on trying. R. H. Blyth”

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Reginald Horace Blyth
Reginald Horace Blyth

Reginald Horace Blyth was a British author renowned for his works on Japanese literature and culture. Born on December 3, 1898, in London, he spent much of his life in Japan, deeply involved in the study and promotion of Japanese literature. His significant contributions to the understanding of Japanese poetry and prose have made him one of the most influential Western scholars of Japanese literature. Blyth passed away on October 28, 1964. more

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