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(Sokei-An)

The hand that guides the brush has already caught and executed what floated before the mind at the same moment the mind began to form it, and in the end the pupil no longer knows which of the two -- mind or hand -- was responsible for the work.
(Eugen Herrigel)
("Painting in America," by Old Girl Of The North Country, from the early 1980s)
One last thing.
