a zen story
“Are you awake?”, said the monk.
“Yes,” I replied. “I have become content in my irrelevance.”
“Oh good!”, said the monk.
I beamed, enlightenment had found me at last.
We sat and admired the autumn stream. Eddying leaves tracing a path that the heavens might follow.
After some time he cleared his throat, then turned to me and said, “Just one thing, where is the you that has become content?”