02-01-2005, 11:57 PM
A guy walks into a pub and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:
Cheese Sandwich: $1.50
Chicken Sandwich: $2.50
Hand Job: $10.00
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to
the bar and beckons to one of the three attractive blondes
serving drinks to an eager-looking group of men.
"Yes," she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"
"I was wondering," whispers the man, "are you the one who
gives the hand-jobs?"
"Yes," she purrs, "indeed I am."
The man replies "Well please wash your hands because I want a cheese sandwich!"
Cheese Sandwich: $1.50
Chicken Sandwich: $2.50
Hand Job: $10.00
Checking his wallet for the necessary payment, he walks up to
the bar and beckons to one of the three attractive blondes
serving drinks to an eager-looking group of men.
"Yes," she inquires with a knowing smile, "can I help you?"
"I was wondering," whispers the man, "are you the one who
gives the hand-jobs?"
"Yes," she purrs, "indeed I am."
The man replies "Well please wash your hands because I want a cheese sandwich!"
I realise that I have a past to break with--an accumulation of inertia, wrong, foolishness, rot, junk. A great need of clarification, of mindfulness, or rather, of no mind. A need to return to genuine practice, right effort. Need to push on the great doubt. Need for the spirit. Hang on to the clear light.
Thomas Merton
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