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Oct. 18th, 2005 12:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stoopbeckFirst, a story.
A rich man asked a Zen master to write something down that could encourage the prosperity of his family for years to come. It would be something that the family could cherish for generations. On a large piece of paper, the master wrote, "Father dies, son dies, grandson dies."
The rich man became angry when he saw the master's work. "I asked you to write something down that could bring happiness and prosperity to my family. Why do you give me something depressing like this?"
"If your son should die before you," the master answered, "this would bring unbearable grief to your family. If your grandson should die before your son, this also would bring great sorrow. If your family, generation after generation, disappears in the order I have described, it will be the natural course of life. This is true happiness and prosperity."
My grandfather is dying.
I went to go see him today. He told me he’d buy me a Fig Newton factory, because we both love Fig Newtons.
I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll walk Grandma and Grandpa’s dog a lot, and go see them a lot, and we’ll take it from there.
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 03:33 am (UTC)[ACK!]
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 03:49 am (UTC)Look, it's quite simple. You just stay here, and make sure he doesn't leave the room. All right?
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 04:08 am (UTC)Um... oh, yes! Sorry.
They cost fifty pounds each!
Well, the thing is, I thought your son was a lady.
Well, I can understand that.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:09 am (UTC)NO, NO, we won't have any of that, now.
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 04:28 am (UTC)OH, GET A GLASS OF WATER!
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:38 am (UTC)Well, I didn't mean to.
Didn't mean to? You put your sword right through his head.
Oh dear... is he all right?
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:42 am (UTC)...Message...for you, sir.
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 05:06 am (UTC)And therefore...?
...A witch!
BURN HER! BURN HER!
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 05:17 am (UTC)I got better...
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 05:42 am (UTC)Groveling, Lord.
Well, get up. I hate when people grovel. It's always "forgive me" this and "I'm sorry" that.
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Date: 2005-10-20 05:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-20 05:52 am (UTC)Waitwait--who?
...Sir Lancelot, Sir Galahad, and--*blink* OK, so we built a giant wooden badger...
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