1. I confess I sometimes like to play around with koans like a naughty little boy. Two of my favorites are Gutei's (?) One-finger Zen and the one about the dried shit stick. It seems to me like a lot (but of course not all) of the "puzzlement" with koans comes from their being so bare bones and lacking in context and setting. For instance,does anyone know which finger it was that old Gutei or Wutei or whatever his name was would hold up in answer to the question? I just can't stop HOPING that it was the middle finger and that Chinese culture has much the same associations with it as most of us westerners do. I laugh myself sick imaging him flippin the bird to that poor guy whose finger he just whacked off or doing the same to some hot shot monk asking him some convoluted intellectual question REEKING of Zen. 2. Apropos the dearth of context in koans relates to the one about the dried shit stick. I can't place it anywhere but the Monastery toilets. Knowing how hard it is for old people sometimes just to be REGULAR, here's some poor old Zen master who finally gets away from all the business of running the place and seems to at last be able to just take a nice long dump in peace when in walks some hot shot know-it-all monk who just HAS TO importune the poor guy with some ridiculously obvious question like "What is Buddha?" Actually, I like to think how kind the old guy was for pointing out to hot-shot the importance of caring and helpfulness by giving him the last dried shit stick. Taking care of business is so much more important than deep meaningtful intellectual discussions.
mike brown <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: Middle finger points to the moon, This farty xmas nite. Happy Xmas Al <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: From: "Bill Smart" <What stinks? My finger!> Fingered thoughts in mind stinky odors permeate zen forum sniff the cushion again --------------------------------- Sent from Yahoo! - a smarter inbox. test'; "> --------------------------------- Never miss a thing. Make Yahoo your homepage.