Pleasure
A Zen master was resting with one of his
disciples. At one point, he took a melon out of
his bag and cut it in two so that both could eat
it.
While they were eating, the disciple said:
'Wise master, since everything you do has a
meaning, perhaps your sharing this melon with
me is a sign that you have
something to teach
me.'
The master continued eating in silence.
'Your silence obviously conceals a
question,' the disciple insisted, 'and it must be
this: does the pleasure I am experiencing in
eating this delicious fruit reside in the melon or
in my tongue?'
The master said nothing. The disciple went
on excitedly:
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'And since everything in life has meaning, I
think I am close to finding the answer to that
question: the pleasure is an act of love and
interdependence between us, because without
the melon there would be no object of pleasure
and without my tongue…'
'That's enough!' said the master. 'The real
fools are those who think themselves terribly
intelligent and spend all their time trying to
interpret everything. The melon is delicious, and
that's enough, now let me eat in peace!
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