"how sweet it tasted"..like as in "sweet dreams are made of this"... huh?...
this is presuming the strawberry was of good quality... how do we know it was a strawberry?.. presumptions... we have to take the writer's word on all this.. as you so often say bill...your mantra: "illusion illusion illusion.".... as edgar chimes "reality reality reality " joe pipes in with practise practise practise.. sureth adds "be serious be serious be serious..this is no laughing matter" ...i say" ha ha ha ha ha"... what say you mike?... and the others who are lurking there tangled in the vines at the top of the cliff?.. merle Merle and Mike, Okay, this story is labeled a 'parable' which as I said is not a koan - although could serve as the basis for a koan. ...Bill! --- In [email protected], uerusuboyo@... wrote: > > Merle,<br/><br/>With pleasure!<br/><br/>18. A Parable<br/><br/>Buddha told > a parable in sutra:<br/><br/>A man traveling across a field encountered a > tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of > the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger > sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far > below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained > him.<br/><br/>Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to > gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the > vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it > tasted!<br/><br/><br/>Sent from Yahoo! Mail for iPad >
