the worst horse

one day, out of the blue, i get an email from this guy rod of the worst horse ("when it comes to Buddhist practice, it may not be such a bad thing to be the worst horse. After all, the best horses have the least to gain: they're already the best. The so-called worst horses, on the other hand, will undergo the most transformation, the most improvement, if they stick with it." - from the worst horse website). rod had stumbled upon my work while googling the word "thangka", and asked if i'd be willing to answer a few questions as a sort of interview via email, and i said sure.

when the questions arrived, i read them, then sat at my desk for quite some time with my head in my hands, weeping. i was just so astounded that my work had evoked such thoughtful questions, that someone was so interested, that someone really understood. the questions were proof that the work was saying what i hoped it would say. affirmation that the work was...working. the answers, to me, felt extraneous. i went on marveling at the questions themselves, savoring them, for a long time, before answering.