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PR,
. I remember watching the Johnny Carson show one time back in the sixties. He was telling a story about a fellow who had been searching all his life, through mountains and forests, jungles and deserts, trying to find out the answer to the question: “What is the meaning of life?”
. He had gone everywhere, talked to all the great sages, worn himself out, but still could not find the answer. Finally, somewhere in Nepal, he was told of a great spiritual guru who surely knew the answer.
. So he again went through the forests, got bit by spiders and snakes, almost drowned, and had lost his toes to frostbite while climbing this high mountain, up in the clouds, through the ice and snow. (By the way, Johnny was speaking with this really cool Indian accent, like a Maharishi…
. Finally, he sees the great guru, covers the last hurdles, and approaches him with great reverence and hope. Unwilling to disturb his deep meditation, he waits patiently at his feet for two or three more days, at which point the guru opens his eyes and tells him to ask his question.
. So this poor fellow, all shriveled up and freezing, dying of hunger, with frostbitten toes, with great anticipation addresses the great guru, asking:
. O great one! What… … … is the meaning… … … (his teeth are chattering, too, ya know… ) of life???
. Beaming with a great smile and pure joy, the guru tells him simply:
"Life… … … is a flower… … … "
. Now that the fellow hears this, he ponders his situation, starving, freezing, dying… and says to the guru:
. "I have travelled to every corner of the world, spent years searching out the truth, starving, suffering, and in great pain have come to you frostbitten and dying!!! and you tell me… “LIFE is a FLOWER!!!”
. Suddenly the guru loses his glow and his smile turns to a look of confusion as he turns to the poor fellow, and says:
. “You mean… … … life “Isn’t” ?? a flower???”
. ;’’-)
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