Crossing the lawn.

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A young man approaches a Zen Master with a question. The man is clever and hopes to gain wisdom through deceiving the Zen Master. He plans on asking the Zen Master a question that serves as a metaphor for the question of the meaning of life.

The young man begins, “I was with companions on my lawn the other day. One of my companions was admiring the beautiful flowers that my wife had planted and requested I come join him. As I ventured across the lawn to go smell the beautiful flowers, I realized I was crushing insect after insect underneath my enormous feet. Should I have crossed the lawn to smell the beautiful flowers?”

The Zen Master responds, “You don’t need to ask that question.”

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