http://PLANET-OF-DEATH.com A backpacker visited a Zen master to have a cup of tea. While the tourist was drinking the tea, the master was subjected to some questions about Zen. “Master, what is Zen? “Master, why is Zen? “Master, can I have some milk for my tea?” “Master, is Zen Zen?” The Master got up and started fiddling with the visitors pack. From within his robes the Master produced an uncommon cornucopia of unremarkable objects: incense sticks, little bundles of silk chillis, a luminous plastic buddha, a frog and a coin, a portrait of Mao, a cigarette lighter in the shape of a Glock, acrylic nails, a Hello Kitty dangly thing for a mobile phone, some squid jerky, a reversing alarm that plays Jingle Bells, firecrackers, a Ba Gua mirror, hundreds of overpriced packets of damp tissues,
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