Buddha said:
One day some people came to the vinyl lover and asked:How can you be happy in a world of such impermanence, where you cannot protect your beloved LPs from harm, wear and death? The vinyl lover held up an LP and said:
Someone gave me this LP, and I really like it. It plays music admirably and its sound pleases me. I touch the needle to it and it sings! One day the wind may blow it off the shelf, or my elbow may knock it from the table or scratch it irreparably. I know this LP is already broken, so I enjoy it incredibly.
