There one was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods, but no matter how much he practiced he could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner. While walking back, he saw Grandma’s pet duck. Just…
Once upon a time there was ill-natured king named Amangal Das. This dictator once declared that every citizen of his nation would have to work from 10pm to 6am… nightime until morning, only.
If anybody was discovered out during the day, then that person would be
A man comes to a master to ask how much man is independent, free. Is he totally free, or is there a limitation? Is there something like fate, kismet, destiny, a God who makes a limitation beyond which you cannot be free?
The mystic answered in his own wa – not logically but existentially. He said, “Stand up.”
The man must have felt this was a stupid kind of answer…
A violent samurai who was known for picking fights for no reason at all arrived at the door of a Zen monastery and asked to speak to the master.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Ryokan came out to meet him.
“They say that intelligence is more powerful than strength,” said the samurai. “I wonder if you could explain to me the meaning of heaven and hell.”
Riokan…
It was a sober atmosphere in the boardroom at Gnuchi and Gnichi. All around the large, oval, glass, table sat the directors and senior managers, each looking as glum as the next. “OK. We all know why we’re here” the chairman opened the crisis meeting “accounts 20% down, no new campaigns in the offering, the whole food sector gone soft and the first 6 months loss since this company started.
Come on, I’m paying you lot a fortune, what are we going to do about it?”
Michael stroked over the first of two waves and halfway up the face of the third, then sat back on his board, grabbed the left rail, reversed his board, and pulled it under him and aimed it down the face of the wave. There was no need to paddle in this situation. The board was like a dart, and the hand of the wave propelled it toward the target.
As the wave lifted the tail of his board, he sprang to his feet and poised in a graceful, cat-like stance. He’d been through it dozens of times…
As the queen walked the halls of her private chambers, she could see a shadow of a person moving about inside her bedroom. The shadow flickered on the walls reflected by the roaring fire from the fireplace and the dimly lit lamps that decorated her room. Someone was in her private quarters without permission, which is considered a high crime in England. Now at age 81, the queen knew she should notify the palace guards of the intruder’s presence. But for some reason…
Once, in a time that was not, there was a castle of the mind, a good castle in medieval times, which was a time that followed after the least of evil times, which came after the void of evil times, when there was no evil at all. But evil was very present in this time and it was difficult to find anyone who had virtue.
The Good Castle of Medulla Oblongata was a refuge for the spiritual and the creative. The castle protected those souls from the empty, vacant spirit, which lay in wait outside.
