Thank God

Have you ever had one of those days where you're grinding away, sitting in a gathering room with extraordinary huge windows confronting the lobby, and you see an alternate court news person who you know and haven't seen in a truly long time stroll down the foyer, and she looks in and sees you and grins and waves, and you grin and wave, and you think, goodness, so cool, haven't seen her in always and today we both have occupations in the same office! I trust we go to lunch in the meantime, I would love to make up for lost time with her! And afterward you understand that your occupation doesn't begin for an additional 20 minutes, so you go out in the passage looking for that companion, supposing you'll say hey. In any case you can't discover her anyplace, so you do a reversal to your meeting room and hold up for your testimony to begin. Furthermore as you're sitting in your spot, holding up for the affidavit to begin, your companion returns the corridor towards the room that you're in. What's more you think, whoopee, she discovered me, I figure her work's not beginning yet either. Thus you get up from your seat, and stroll to the entryway with a huge goliath inviting grin all over, and you grasp your missing companion who you haven't seen in perpetually, and provide for her a gigantic bearhug, and you embrace and you embrace and you spout and say goodness, my gosh, its so incredible to see you! Furthermore your companion embraces you back, firmly and ungracefully, and she says in sort of an irregular way, um, better believe it, hey, decent to see you again as well. Furthermore you discharge your companion from your monster bearhug, and go down a step, and understand that she's not your companion all things considered, and you understand she's really the away corporate agent for the organization being sued that has been sitting in on all the testimonies, and, OH SHIT, that is the reason she looks so recognizable! What's more you come back to your seat at the table, and she take up  her seat at the table, and you need to use the following eight hours in a statement with a lady you simply sort of incidentally attacked. No? Truly? That is never befallen you previously? Goodness great. Me not one or the other.

Zen Cart

Zen Cart is an online store management system. It is PHP-based, using a MySQL database and HTML components. Support is provided for numerous languages and currencies, and it is freely available under the GNU General Public License. Zen Cart branched from osCommerce as a separate project in 2003. Beyond some aesthetic changes, the major differences between the two systems come from Zen Cart's architectural changes and additional included features in the core. The release of the 1.3.x series further differentiated Zen Cart by moving the template system from its historic tables-based layout approach to one that is largely CSS-based.

Zen

Zen is a school of Mahayana Buddhism which originated in China during the 6th century CE as Chán. From China, Zen spread south to Vietnam, to Korea and east to Japan. The word Zen is from the Japanese pronunciation of the Middle Chinese word 禪 Dzyen (Modern Mandarin: Chán), which in turn is derived from the Sanskrit word dhyāna, which can be approximately translated as "absorption" or "meditative state". Zen emphasizes the personal expression of experiential wisdom in the attainment of enlightenment. As such, it de-emphasizes reliance on standardized theoretical knowledge of sutras, and favors direct understanding through zazen and interaction with an accomplished teacher. The teachings of Zen include various sources of Mahāyāna thought, especially Yogācāra, the Tathāgatagarbha Sutras and Hua-Yen. Also the Prajñāpāramitā literature[8] and, to a lesser extent, Madhyamaka have been influential.

Zen proverbs

The Gates of Paradise
A soldier named Nobushige came to Hakuin, and asked: "Is there really a paradise and a hell?"
"Who are you?" inquired Hakuin.
"I am a samurai," the warrior replied.
"You, a soldier!" exclaimed Hakuin. "What kind of ruler would have you as his guard? Your face looks like that of a beggar."
Nobushige became so angry that he began to draw his sword, but Hakuin continued: "So you have a sword! Your weapon is probably much too dull to cut off my head."
As Nobushige drew his sword Hakuin remarked: "Here open the gates of hell!"
At these words the samurai, perceiving the master's discipline, sheathed his sword and bowed.
"Here open the gates of paradise," said Hakuin.