Overheard during an online Self-Realization Fellowship conference, as reported to me by my “Darlin’ Companion” who most definitely gives me “peace and understandin’.” (Cue the Lovin’ Spoonful…)
A young man was determined to undergo the arduous training to become a monk in a certain silent order. The focus was meditation and accompanying study. Every ten years, monks in contemplation were allowed to speak two words to the Master.
After the first ten years, the monk had his audience with the Master and spoke his two words.
“Food bad,” he said. The Master nodded, and the monk returned to his silent practice.
After twenty years, the monk had another opportunity to speak.
“Bed hard,” he said. The Master nodded.
At the next opportunity, the monk told the Master: “I quit.”
This time, the Master replied.
“I’m not surprised,” he said. “You’ve been complaining for thirty years.”
David says:
Heard it before but still great!