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Koan 1: Keys open doors but there are no doors. Why do we have a handful of keys?
Koan 2: Kneel in the river where pebbles tumble. Are you more like the river or more like your knees?
Koan 3: Kvetching about the cold in California, I spend time in the kitchen singing with the kettle. You are getting better. Why am I mourning?