It's about zen. There is a flower, there isn't a flower... crap, this is harder than I thought. Does anyone here know the story of the Tibetan monestary... The master asked his students what the meaning of life (or enlightenment, or something) was. Nobody answered. He went down the row, and no one had anything. One kid put up his hand a little as he was thinking, raising a finger. "Correct," said the master. All the other kids were pissed -- saying he just got lucky, raising one finger (as though pointing up, or saying "I am.") The next time they congregated, the master asked the same question, and each person raised their finger.
"correct."
The next time, the master asked the same question, and as soon as the boy in front of him raised his finger HE SLICED IT OFF.
"Now," he repeated the question. The boy raised his bloodied fist.
"Correct."
Does that help? It is, and it isn't, and... it's... oh come on, now, we all know donovan loves this jazz.
It's about zen. There is a flower, there isn't a flower... crap, this is harder than I thought. Does anyone here know the story of the Tibetan monestary... The master asked his students what the meaning of life (or enlightenment, or something) was. Nobody answered. He went down the row, and no one had anything. One kid put up his hand a little as he was thinking, raising a finger. "Correct," said the master. All the other kids were pissed -- saying he just got lucky, raising one finger (as though pointing up, or saying "I am.") The next time they congregated, the master asked the same question, and each person raised their finger. "correct." The next time, the master asked the same question, and as soon as the boy in front of him raised his finger HE SLICED IT OFF. "Now," he repeated the question. The boy raised his bloodied fist. "Correct."
Does that help? It is, and it isn't, and... it's... oh come on, now, we all know donovan loves this jazz.