When is one too young
To reap the existential
Whirlwind of meaninglessness?
Readers, please respond with a Katauta answer to this question. My 15 year old son was basking in the sullen glow of existential angst this evening. Perhaps someone can help me process this unpleasant side effect of raising an independent thinker!
Thanks in advance!
Was there a particularly salty Buddhist monk who entered the bardo 16 odd years ago whose reincarnated form has not been found yet? If so, here’s your boy!