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Merle, The zombie that was worshipped (before he became a zombie) by billions, including his own dearest comrade in arms. Anthony From: Merle Lester <[email protected]> To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> Sent: Tuesday, 2 October 2012, 5:23 Subject: Re: [Zen] The Monk..correction what zombie?..merle Yes I do. Not only Dalai Lama, but only the Great Zombie lying in Tiananmen Square. Anthony From: Merle Lester <[email protected]> To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, 1 October 2012, 20:39 Subject: Fw: [Zen] The Monk..correction sorry i meant i not do worship of any kind..merle i do do worship..do you?..merle Merle, There you are. Dalai is a monk, so he knows everything. AS long as you worship him, he will give you every answer. Anthony From: Merle Lester <[email protected]> To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> Sent: Monday, 1 October 2012, 8:06 Subject: Re: [Zen] The Monk how do you know if the dalai lama was interested in giving you the right answer?.... he is a monk after all..merle Merle, You made a mistake. If you had asked Dalai Lama from the beginning, he would have given you the answer right away, saving you from travelling the world counting grass blades. Anthony From: Merle Lester <[email protected]> To: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, 30 September 2012, 6:55 Subject: [Zen] The Monk > >----- Subject: FW: The Monk > > >A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to >the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down. Do you think >I could stay the night? > > >The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, and even fix his car. As >the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound; a sound like no >other that he has ever heard. The next morning, he asks the monks what the >sound was, but they say, We can't tell you because you're not a monk. > > > >The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. >Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. > > > >The monks again accept him, feed him, and even fix his car.. > > >That night, he hears the same strange mesmerizing sound that he had heard >years earlier. > > >The next morning, he asks what the sound was, but the monks reply, > >We can't tell you because you're not a monk. > > > >The man says, all right, all right. I'm dying to know. > >If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how >do I become a monk? > >The monks reply, you must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of >grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these >numbers, you will become a monk. > > >The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and >knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, I have travelled the earth and >devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. >There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 >sand pebbles on the earth. > > > >The monks reply, "Congratulations, you are correct, and you are now >considered a monk. >We shall now show you the way to the sound." > >The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, the sound >is behind that door. > > >The man reach for the knob, but the door is locked. He asks "May I have the >key?" > > >The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. > > >Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone... The man requests the >key to the stone door. > >The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of >ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that >door is another door, this one made of sapphire. And so it went on until the >man had gone through doors of emerald,... > > >...silver, topaz, and amethyst. > >. >. >. >Finally, the monks say, This is the key to the last door. > > >The man is relieved to be at the end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, >and behind that door he is astonished to find the source of that strange >sound. It is truly an amazing and unbelievable sight. > > >.. But I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk. > > > > >DON'T SWEAR AT ME; >I'M STILL HUNTING FOR THE IDIOT WHO STARTED THIS ! > > > > > >
