1/ When I was a little boy, my father told me a story that deeply impressed me and that I never forgot. Here it is, slightly embellished :
-
-
7/ After 24 hours had passed, the master was required to take off the garment, pick up his bow and arrows, and go with them to the market.
Show this thread -
8/ There he would sell the garment, the bow, and the arrows, at the first price someone offered him; no bargaining was allowed.
Show this thread -
9/ The master would take whatever was offered him in return for his possessions and make his way back to the monastery.
Show this thread -
10/ Few students were admitted in to study the art of archery. Financial resources were scarce; most would only eat a bowl of rice per day.
Show this thread -
11/ The master would knock on the door of the monastery requesting entrance for three days before he would be granted a reply.
Show this thread -
12/ On the fourth day, a student would come out with a bowl of rice for the master. The student would then ask :
Show this thread -
13/ -"Are you a master?" -"Yes, I am", the master would reply. -"Why then knock on our door?" -"I ask to be permitted in."
Show this thread -
14/ "Have you not realized archery completely?" "I have" the master would reply "What then is left for you to do?" "Become a student again."
Show this thread -
15/ The student would ask for the tuition fee, upon which the master would offer what he got at the market in exchange for his possessions.
Show this thread -
16/ He would then be let inside the monastery, and the story could begin again. FIN
Show this thread
End of conversation
New conversation -
Loading seems to be taking a while.
Twitter may be over capacity or experiencing a momentary hiccup. Try again or visit Twitter Status for more information.