unted by an awareness of emptiness."

"Truly, his majesty's desires seem to be infinite," said one of his
courtiers, scarcely more able to hide his disgust than his envy.

"His majesty's desires are indeed infinite," said the woman. "For
that is the nature of the human heart. The heart's deepest desires
cannot be satisfied by any finite thing."

"Then what am I to do?" asked the king with dismay.

"You must seek the Infinite," the woman said.

"And where can I find it?" he asked. "What form does it take?"

"The Infinite is not a thing or in a particular place," said the
woman. "But seek Him and you will find happiness."

When the people saw that the woman was returning to her land, they
asked what she had said to the king.

"She reminded us of what we had forgotten," said one of the king's
scholars, "that we are but travelers through an ephemeral landscape,
and that on a journey through a desert, we should not expect to find
happiness from fingering the grains of sand in the dunes. We find
happiness by finding our way home."

The Day Creativity Met the Linear Dragon

It was a winter's rainy day when the new Vice President for Design
Concepts (who had just been promoted from Senior Accountant because
he could calculate to the nearest nickel how much a new car would
cost to build) noticed that two of his employees, a young man and a
young woman, were not at their desks. Upon inquiring, he was told
that they had "gone to the loft to be creative." The Vice President
(who could remember the part number of every component he had ever
touched) calmly adjusted his bow tie, cleared his throat, checked to
see that his shoelaces were still tied, and then strode briskly down
the long corridor of the half-remodeled automobile factory. Soon he
was walking up the stairs to the loft, only to arrive at a door
marked, "Do Not Disturb."

Viewing the sign as an affront to his authority, he applied Chapter
Two of the assertiveness training book he had just finished and
quickly opened the door with determination and a scowl.

What he saw was not what he expected. Near the door was a boom box,
playing very lively but not overly loud classical music. Directly
in front of him across the room he saw the young woman, barefoot and
wearing, instead of her business attire, purple sweatpants and a
torn green sweatshirt. Worse than this, she was turning cartwheels
and saying what sounded to him like, "Put it in the lake,