I posted this parable so time ago but it seems appropriate considering how long this thread has gone on.
A Zen story.
Two monks walked along a path. They came to shallow but wide and muddy stream. Across on the other bank was a beautiful lady of noble station. She asked the monks if one of them would be so kind as to carry her across the water, and in so doing save her lovely robes of silk from ruin. Without word the first monk sloshed across the water, picked up the lady, and carried her to the bank where his brother monk stood. The lady thanked him and went her way. The monks continued along theirs. The second monk kept staring hard at the first monk. After many miles he could bear it no longer. “Brother, you know that those of our order are forbidden to interact with women, let along touch them!” he exclaimed. The first monk stopped walking and regarded his companion. He said “Brother, I left the lady on the bank of the stream. Have you been still carrying her all this way?”
Cheers
-See it there, a white plume
Over the battle - A diamond in the ash
Of the ultimate combustion-My panache
Edmond Rostand
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