Listen to this essay 23 minute listen This week I have been in the city of Hangzhou in China for a workshop. Every morning, I have walked the shore of Xihu, or West Lake, the graceful expanse of water lapping the city’s western edge. Looking out across the water from the promenade, lined with thick-branched camphor trees, I see layers of forested hills and majestic pagodas rise softly through the ...