Quote:
Originally Posted by Lotus  My personal motto:
Let us live so that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
-Mark Twain
For the Zen among us, a koan:
A monk sat in the forest with his three students. He took out his fan and placed it in front of him, saying, "Without calling it a fan, tell me what this is."
The first said, "You couldn't call it a slop-bucket." The master poked him with his stick.
The second and third students were actually rocks that the master had mistaken for students, because it was getting very dark. Suddenly, the master and his pupil felt alone and afraid.
In the distance, a wolf howled.
-Adam Hindman |
whoaa....let me think on this...or better yet ... maybe not...
excuse me while i try to heal the internal hemorrage...