I am reading The Snow Leopard, by Peter Matthiessen. Full of Zen thought on the meaning of life and existence, the book is as much a spiritual journey as a physical one, although physical, strenuously physical, it is.
As a review of the book states,"The spiritual lessons of this book aren’t relegated to romantic abstractions or heady epiphanies, but to a gentle reminder that life consists of what each moment brings us; that it’s futile to obsess on the workings of the past and future if you’re missing out on experience of the present moment."
