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voiceofwood
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I walking in the woods near my home and approaching me are two Buddhist monks. I hail them and Ask them if they would like to exchange riddles? They start;
A young monk asks his teacher for instruction on obtaining enlightenment, the teacher replies; first catch me a hare. Well the young monk sits under a tree and meditates on this when all of a sudden a hare runs out and collides with a tree. The monk takes it to his teacher and asks again for instruction on obtaining enlightenment. The teacher replies, ok, but first catch me one more hare, so the monk goes and sits under a tree, for the rest of his life.
I was able to answer this easily but refrained from pointing out the irony that whilst we all wore sandals my dress was simple and practical whilst theirs was fanciful and ornate.
Then I presented them with my riddle, which they suggested they must think about and meet next week. Can you help them out?
In a field grows a single tree
two men enter the field
one man looks and the other man sees
the man that looks sees a tree
the man that sees looks at the tree
A young monk asks his teacher for instruction on obtaining enlightenment, the teacher replies; first catch me a hare. Well the young monk sits under a tree and meditates on this when all of a sudden a hare runs out and collides with a tree. The monk takes it to his teacher and asks again for instruction on obtaining enlightenment. The teacher replies, ok, but first catch me one more hare, so the monk goes and sits under a tree, for the rest of his life.
I was able to answer this easily but refrained from pointing out the irony that whilst we all wore sandals my dress was simple and practical whilst theirs was fanciful and ornate.
Then I presented them with my riddle, which they suggested they must think about and meet next week. Can you help them out?
In a field grows a single tree
two men enter the field
one man looks and the other man sees
the man that looks sees a tree
the man that sees looks at the tree