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無 稽







The Master kept scraping a brick against the floor of the room where his disciple sat in

At first the disciple was content, taking this to be a test of his powers of concentration.
But when the sound became unbearable he burst out, “What on earth are you doing?
Can’t you see I am in meditation?”

“I’m polishing this brick to make a mirror out of it,” said the Master.

“You’re crazy! How can you make a mirror out of a brick?”

“No crazier than you! How can you make a mediator out of the self?”