A. A monk named John said to a master, “I am alone and poor. I beg my teacher to bestow upon me the alms of salvation.” The master said, “John.” “Yes, Sir?” replied John. The master said, “You have drunk three bowls of the best wine in the world, but say that you have not yet even moistened your lips.”
Student: “What is the best wine in the world?”
Master: “That is what you are drinking now.”
Student: “I don’t know what you mean.”
Master: “Now you are swimming in the vat.”
Student: “I am still lost.”
Master: “You are vomiting the wine now.”
Commentary:
The foolish, sensitive to others’ smell, don’t realise that their own dung stinks.
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