On one occasion, the Buddha said to the monks this:
"No other form do I know, O monks, that so persists in obsessing the mind of a man as the form of a woman. The form of a woman persists in obsessing the mind of a man.
The dogs started moving a 6:00 AM. 14 degrees last week at this time last week, 47 today. Coffee at to table and a plan is emerging for the day. I check the sunrise and fog fills the valley. No just any fog but one of those vanilla icing fogs. Pure white, viscous, layered and perfectly flat on top. You could seem to skate on it, ride a horse on it or die on it. Above it is the black dawn sky with big stars and old planets. The point of observation moves to deck and the rocking char. The surface of the fog is raising but superb flatness remains. The horizontal edge is approaching my altitude. Then it happens. I am in between. Bright darkness and zero white visibility. The line, which has no mass, is bisecting my eyes. All can be seen but nothing can be seen. It is the place where the Buddha dwells. MU