The master gazed toward the horizon from the window in his cell. In the distance he could see the spires that overlooked the plaza. On foot from the monastery it was an hour journey to the city's center.
On his table was a glass, an uncorked bottle of wine and a plate of salami, cheese and crackers. The sun was disappearing behind the mountains.
Three hours later a full moon filled the sky. The bottle was empty. The plate was empty.
The master asked himself: "Have I attained a temporary state of nirvana or am I slightly inebriated?"
He relished the passing euphoria.
"Not every question has an answer," he thought to himself. "And not every question requires an answer."
On his table was a glass, an uncorked bottle of wine and a plate of salami, cheese and crackers. The sun was disappearing behind the mountains.
Three hours later a full moon filled the sky. The bottle was empty. The plate was empty.
The master asked himself: "Have I attained a temporary state of nirvana or am I slightly inebriated?"
He relished the passing euphoria.
"Not every question has an answer," he thought to himself. "And not every question requires an answer."
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