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Once there was a young person who wasn’t happy with much.
They wondered about their life and how they were going to get on with people. Thoughts came fast and furious and the whole scene didn’t make sense. As their friends said, “It was no longer dope.” Why’d they use that term? Oh well, life moves on.
Someone Who Knew!
Then one day the young person heard about a guru, a sapient, someone who knew! So right then and there without even hesitating, they said goodbye to the friends and family, to Twitter and to Facebook and to the whole universe including all the trappings of the new world order and all of the social machinations that were so absorbing and so necessary to know. They packed the bags and headed out.
The train ride was brutal.
Then the twenty four hour plane flight needed more than one drink. The slow boat up the Amazon seemed to take forever even though it was only a few weeks. The lay over in the village wasn’t enough to slow down the young person, but the trip cutting through the jungle took forever. At last, they arrived at King Wazoo’s castle.
“You’ll have to wait.” The attendant said.
Again and again. “You’ll have to wait. You’ll have to wait. Wait. Wait.”
Then, finally, the young person was allowed to bow in front of King Wazoo and make a request.
As King Wazoo in golden dress sat on his throne before the young person. the young person raised up.
God was walking with a poor person. The forest was buzzing with life as butterflies appeared and a squirrel peaked from a branch. Sunlight streamed in through the branches and as they walked, the fresh cool air led them to an opening where they sat and talked.
“God,” the poor person asked, “What is time?”
God replied. “An infinity to me is like a second to you.”
“Well,” the poor person said, “may I ask you another question?”
“Of course, I love you.”
“Oh . . ,” then let me ask, “What is money?”
God replied. “A trillion dollars to me is like a penny to you.”
The poor person thought for a moment then looked up at God. “Could I borrow a penny?”
Once in a small town in a foreign country, a teacher–a Mullah called Nas T. Rudin was crossing the border into a more prosperous country. He walked slowly up to the guard’s gate pulling his donkey behind him. Then he had to wait. It was hot and a long wait because the inspector was a very thorough man and he had to check everybody. When the Mullah reached the hut and the gate, the inspector took one look at Mullah’s clothes and his mule and thought to himself, “He’s smuggling something. i have to double my search efforts with his fool. He’s smuggling something. I will search everything.” Well, this went on and on. Year after year the Mullah crossed the border with his mules, but the inspector never found anything illegal. Finally, after many years the inspector retired, he was in a coffee shop and saw the Mullah. “Okay, I’m retired,” he said, “Now, tell me what you were smuggling?” Mullah looked at him. What did the Mullah reply?