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WRITING...

The master spent a part of each day writing. He would reread his words, then close his notebook.

"What do you write about?" asked a monk.

"I write about you," answered the master.

"Me? What do you write about me?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

"And when you write about yourself, what do you write?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Nothing."

The master embraced the monk. They shared much in common."

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