Hello blog. I have nothing to say this morning, no dreams to remember so I
would like to dedicate this next story to my friend, Femko.

Two monks were washing their bowls in the river when they noticed a scorpion
that was drowning. One monk immediately scooped it up and set it upon the
bank. In the process he was stung. He went back to washing his bowl and again
the scorpion fell in. The monk saved the scorpion and was again stung. The
other monk asked him, "Friend, why do you continue to save the scorpion when
you know it's nature is to sting?" "Because," the monk replied, "to save it is
my nature." 

http://www.rider.edu/~suler/zenstory/zenstory.html

Oh, in fact I do have a dream. I was in somekind of swimming pool/hall and in
the dressing room area. There were these cabins you put your stuff in. I got
key to mine and the lockers were supposed to be full of clean clothes (a bit
like in army, except of course, they were not clean there). I found a ton of
my old items from my locker. There were MY old t-shirts, Roope's old shirts
and trousers. It was so weird to find my own old clothes from the place they
should have never been.