``First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is...''
I picture the Path as leading into a deep canyon, a monumental ravine. All paths lead to the bottom. Some are treacherous, difficult climbs down the side of the ravine. Some are peaceful, gliding directly to the floor. The Laze dispenses with the accoutrements of climbing down, decides that all paths lead to the bottom (the truth from above) and then lets go, sliding all the way to the bottom. The busibodies must find a HARD way down and talk about their descent as if it were an ascent, requiring arduous labor and risking failure (::: shudder :::).
At the bottom of the canyon is a cool pool of fresh liquid which the Laze has been drinking and bathing in for half a century. Why did it take the busibodies so long? What have they gained by struggling so?
A Buddha-head is the lacky for the Commander-in-Chief of the Buddha Armies. A Buddha-foot is the disgusting, mucky, Samsara-touching, tainted, mundane, soiled, impure, pollution-ridden piece of the Buddha which must be cast out! Cut off your Buddha-feet before it is too late!
All `Zen Masters' stink of Zen. Any serious Zen Master would not be known as such (then again, who am I to say?). The Way of Zen must be followed. There are no exceptions. Try as one might, we cannot escape the angry grasp of the Buddha Armies. Whenever I stink of Zen I take a deep whiff, and then, comparing my stench with the finest of lotus blossoms, I remember that Nirvana and Samsara are not two.