Once before I knelt, sitting zazen before the Two Doors: The Lady or the Tiger.
Last time I chose Right, and the Lady became my wife, and the breath and love of my life.
Then she and our child died in childbirth.
Now I again sit zazen before the Two Doors, hoping The Tiger will rend me unto death, ending my suffering.
Standing, I choose Wrong, hoping the Door will yield a frenzied animal that will guide me to the end of my life.
It does.
Her younger sister steps forth, and embraces me.
