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101 ZEN STORIES...

The master opened his laptop. Many of his fellow towns people thought he was opposed to modernity. They found it unfathomable that someone would live without an automobile.

"How do you get back and forth to work with no car?"

"I don't work," he would reply. He did work, but his pupils came to him.

The master was blessed with few materialistic desires. He hadn't been converted to this belief. He had learned it watching others work themselves to the bone in order to buy "stuff" as people qualified these purchases.

The master was not a rich man, but the money he needed he preferred spending on a good pair of sandals or a good cup of tea. He wasn't against modern conveniences. If someone stopped to give him a ride, he gladly accepted.

The master punched in 101 Zen Stories on the keyboard. These writings were a classic collection of Zen insights and observations.

The master felt a weight had been lifted from his psyche when he read, "This website has been reported unsafe."

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