He must be very ignorant for he answers every question he is asked.
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains I looked to the children, I drank from the fountain There’s more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in crooked line The less I seek my source for some definitive The closer I am to fine.
— The Indigo Girls
There’s a Zen parable that goes as follows:
Upon meeting a Zen master at a social event, a psychiatrist asked him a question that had been on his mind.
“Exactly how do you help people?” he inquired.
“I get them where they can’t ask any more questions,” the master answered.
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