A Zen Koan.
Years ago, early 90s, I met a hippy who went on and on about meditation, but in a boastful manner. I asked him if he'd heard the sound of one hand clapping.
"What's that?" he said, and I slapped him.
Years ago, early 90s, I met a hippy who went on and on about meditation, but in a boastful manner. I asked him if he'd heard the sound of one hand clapping.
"What's that?" he said, and I slapped him.