On the topic of Zen humour... A Zen Monk is tumbling down a mountainside and just as he is going over the edge of a thousand-foot drop he grabs on to a small plant. The plant holds, his fall is stopped, but now he is hanging over a massive drop with only the soft green leaves of the plant and his strength between him and certain death. "Help!" he screams, looking forlornly up at the edge above. "Is there anyone up there that can help me!" There's a moment's silence, then a booming voice resonates from above... "Just... let... go..." The panic-stricken monk stares up, and the voice comes again... "JUST... LET... GO..." The monk looks down at the drop below and the swirling icy river below his feet. He sheepishly looks back up and yells, "Is there anyone ELSE up there who can help me?!" Last edited: 9-12-2006 02:07:33 PM
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