A LONG TIME AGO, at my first retreat at the Cambridge Zen Center, Zen Master Seung Sahn asked me a question. I couldn’t answer it. In my second interview, he asked the same question. I knew the answer he wanted, but it felt fake, so I didn’t give it. In the third interview, he asked the same question. I knew the answer he wanted, but I didn’t give it, crying out, “That’s your answer, not my answer!”
You’d think that, as a math professor (which I was at the time), I’d know better. Imagine a calculus student refusing to say that the derivative of sin(x) is cos(x) because “That’s your answer, not my answer!” But, of course, Zen could not possibly be like calculus. Having read Hesse and Watts and…