Pathless
Fiercely Interdependent
A monk used to sit cross legged and with a straight back all day, every day, meditating. One day, his master passed by, saw him, then turned around and stopped before the monk. He bonked him on the head and asked, "What are you doing sitting around?"
"I'm trying to become Buddha," said the hard-working monk.
The master nodded, shrugged, and grinned. He then turned around and loped over to where a brick was lying by a big boulder. The master picked up the brick and made a great show out of polishing it against the boulder, the whole time smiling ridiculously at his student.
The student, startled and somewhat appalled, jumped up and ran towards the master to get a closer look. "What are you doing?" the monk asked, agitated and peering even closer.
"I'm trying to turn this brick into a mirror."
*apologies to DT Suzuki, from whose book I took the liberty of ganking this story and retelling it in an American idiom.
"I'm trying to become Buddha," said the hard-working monk.
The master nodded, shrugged, and grinned. He then turned around and loped over to where a brick was lying by a big boulder. The master picked up the brick and made a great show out of polishing it against the boulder, the whole time smiling ridiculously at his student.
The student, startled and somewhat appalled, jumped up and ran towards the master to get a closer look. "What are you doing?" the monk asked, agitated and peering even closer.
"I'm trying to turn this brick into a mirror."
*apologies to DT Suzuki, from whose book I took the liberty of ganking this story and retelling it in an American idiom.