synthetic zero

September 8th, 2013

A young couple goes to a Zen monk to ask him to write a blessing on the occasion of the birth of their child. He contemplates this for a moment and then writes, in beautiful calligraphy, the words “Grandfather die, father die, son die.” The couple is horrified: “You haven’t written us a blessing, you’ve written us a curse!” The Zen monk responds: “Would you have it any other way?”

permalink |

comment trackback

leave comment


synthetic zero is powered by WordPress

posts(rss) . comments(rss)