Whenever anyone went to meet the master, their first words were often all the same. "I thought you'd be taller."
The master Dimocritus would then kick them firmly upon the shin. As the petitioner was writhing in pain he would posit:
"What NOW punk?" IT should be noted that the master also owned the only pair of steel toed converse sneaker made, ever.
The master never met people in a temple or dwelling. He had no use for such places. He met them in the forum, or preferably in a public house.
When asked for wisdom the master told all annoying petitioners "Don't shit where you shit." By this method wre the annoying ones hauled off for crapping the sidewalks.
Some petitioners approached the master fawning over his band. Others approached slandering it. BOth hoped to spurn greater interaction with their foul or fair words. Both were doomed to fail.
whatisthisIdon'teven...
Quote from: Cuddlefish on February 05, 2012, 05:58:22 PM
whatisthisIdon'teven...
I think he's saying you're the Master.
Whenever anyone called him that, he knew they were primed to buy him a beer, and would ask. This pattern would continue until enlightenment set it.
So what you are saying is not to encourage the unenlightened with truisms and other such meaningless drivel. Eventually they will stop asking the enlightened and reach within themselves where they will find what they sought the whole time.
Ask Dimo. He's the one that DID all this shit.
I thought the moral was "Dimo is awesome and you should fucking buy him a beer" :?
Quote from: Lurk on February 07, 2012, 04:03:01 AM
I thought the moral was "Dimo is awesome and you should fucking buy him a beer" :?
That, too, yes.