Evolution

Bruce Lee

Before I studied the art, a punch was just a punch; a kick was just a kick.

When I became a student of the art, a punch was no longer a punch; a kick no longer a kick.

When I mastered the art, a punch was just a punch; a kick was just a kick.

— Bruce Lee

Is There A God?

original photo by sukanto debnath, flickr
original photo by sukanto debnath, flickr

A man approached the master and asked, “Is there a God?”

“Of course,” said the Master.

A year later, the man came again and asked the same question.

“No, I don’t think so,” said the Master.

Yet another year later, the man came and asked the question once more.

The master did not answer but simply smiled.

Then the man said, “At last, I have caught you. You are a charlatan. For three years I have asked you the same question. You probably have not remembered but you once answered ‘yes’ and at another time, ‘no’, and now you simply smile and say nothing. If you really knew the truth, you would not have kept changing your answers.”

The master then led the man to a river and asked, “Look at the river, my friend. This river is not the same river as it was last year. It is not even the same river that it was a moment ago. It is ever-flowing, ever-moving, ever-changing.”

“When I give you an answer, I am not answering your question. I am answering YOU. In a year’s time, many things have happened and you have changed. The way you look at things have changed. The way you think  has changed. The way you understand has changed. I, too, have changed much in this time. That is why I cannot keep on giving you the same answer every year. The nature of the question changes because the nature of the questioner has changed. The answer changes because the nature of the one answering has changed.”

“Remember, I am not a piece of dead scripture that you can open and expect to read the same thing every time.”

Why Do You Still Carry Her?

photo courtesy of permanently scatterbrained, flickr
original photo courtesy of permanently scatterbrained, flickr

Two monks had taken a strict vow of celibacy which forbade them to touch a woman, even in the slightest of gestures.

One day, while taking a contemplative walk through the woods, they came upon a river. As they were about to cross, a woman lying on the riverbank called out to them. “Please sirs, I have twisted my ankle and need to get across the river to my home in the village. Would you be kind enough to carry me across?”

The first monk began to respond about how this was impossible given their vow but to his surprise, the second monk had already bent down, carried the woman on his back, and started wading through the strong currents.

They made it across the river and to the woman’s village where the second monk left her with the village doctor. The two monks then resumed their trek through the woods.

After two hours, the first monk said, “Brother, I have to talk to you. I cannot stand it anymore. I am so disturbed by what you did back there. Why did you carry the woman? Have you forgotten our sacred vow? Does it have no meaning for you? Our superior has told us that we must not even graze a single strand of a woman’s hair, and yet here you are brazenly carrying one across your back!”

The second monk replied, “Brother, I left the woman in her village two hours ago. Why do you still carry her?”

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