Wed, 26 November 2014
It was in the late 1950s that I really began to pick up on Buddhism, and it was Zen Buddhism at that. And it all seemed so foreign. Well, not as foreign as the garish colors and style of the various Hindu religions and deities, which are almost other-worldly, but foreign enough for me. It is hard to believe that what I felt as foreign was only half-aworld away. Americans were so cloistered in the 1950s. |