Issue 119 | The Sun Magazine

October 1985

Readers Write

My Happiest Moment

Turtles, the pearl of great cost, a blue dragonfly

By Our Readers
Quotations

Sunbeams

My favorite piece of music is the one we hear all the time if we are quiet.

John Cage

The Sun Interview

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo!

A Talk With The “Universal Child”

The original meaning of Buddha is liberator from attachment or self, but most people think of a statue of Shakyamuni Buddha [historical]. If you are liberated from everything, then you become a Buddha. Much better than a statue.

By Adam Fisher
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Zen Whispers, Zen Dreams

Better your own Dhamma, / however weak, / Than the Dhamma of another, / however noble. / Look after your self, / and be firm in your goal.

Compiled By Adam Fisher
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Left-Handed Work: A Theory For Women

(perhaps for some men, too)

so i have been working these past two weeks, mulling and toiling and essaying and travailing, over what is now a large sheaf of rough draft garbage, complete and total crap. love’s labour lost.

By Pat Ellis Taylor
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Bat Mitzvah Papers

First I was a Presbyterian; then I converted to Judaism; now I wander around in the same humanist/deist fog that substitutes for Organized Religion with so many of my contemporaries. Not exactly satisfying; not bad either.

By Jon Carroll
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Presumptions

So we were near the end of two and a half hours of long-distance conversation, an eternal friend and I, and we were finally getting around to the good stuff: the war between the sexes.

By Patrick Miller
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Fear Strikes Out

A pen pal of mine in a nearby state recently published her first novel and was surprised when it was referred to under the heading of women’s fiction. She had never placed herself in any category, and wondered what the term meant.

By David Guy
Fiction

Lord Shantih

At the Monastery of the Sacred Night the priests perform the ancient worship of sleep. By secret methods they fashion their dreams into a kind of prayer to the gods, and in this way they offer praise on levels which to ordinary men remain hidden.

By Thomas Wiloch