Caṇḍa Ānanda was a collector. He collected many things— sea shells and songs, leaves, poems, and pretty insects— special things that you’d admire— aphorisms and works of art— but he never locked them in a box or put them in a book. He said, “I have many collections. When things are quiet, I bring one of these to mind, and I turn each object in it as if it were in my hand.”
Saint Caṇḍa Ānanda