I move and have my being in a Zen monastery which I call the world. Around me are all the other monks, the human inhabitants of this planet, many of whom at still ignorant but some of whom I recognise as enlightened in their degree.. In this monastery I am subject to privations, austerities and hard work, with little leisure and long vigils. I move amid beauty and horror.
— The goose is out by William John Gabb (Page 48)
― Gabb W. J., ‘Chapter 7 - The Master Wears a Mask’ The Goose is Out, The Buddhist Society, 1956, p.48