A Zen conversation
May. 19th, 2019 01:30 pmA young monk came to his teacher and confessed, "My mind is filled with a nameless dread."
The teacher replied, "Mine has a name. I call him Fred."
A young monk came to his teacher and confessed, "My mind is filled with a nameless dread."
The teacher replied, "Mine has a name. I call him Fred."