when i wear this shirt. they border on disbelief and disgust. i guess it offends people, somehow. perhaps they see me, and think, “why would a nice young man like that wear such an article of clothing?” perhaps they think i have a heart. or, more seriously, if i doubt that i have one, this makes them doubt their own. to me, this shirt is the essence of buddhism: no desire, no suffering, no compassion; complete indifference.
(this shirt is not for sale. i had two made, i gave one to my baby brother.)