Wisdom of Our Fathers

[beancurdturtle]

My dad used to say:

You can pick your friends,

and you can pick your nose;

but you can't wipe your friends under the table.

 

 

 

Which has nothing to do with the following poem.

 

Attaining enlightenment

is like a well picked nose.

 

You have to dig in deep,

and - at least briefly - become one with the boogers,

before you can breathe deeply.

[zenbrook]

My dad used to say:

You can pick your friends,

and you can pick your nose;

but you can't wipe your friends under the table.

Which has nothing to do with the following poem.

 

Attaining enlightenment

is like a well picked nose.

 

You have to dig in deep,

and - at least briefly - become one with the boogers,

before you can breathe deeply.

Compulsive nose-picking is called rhinotillexomania, apparently.

 

I wonder what the corresponding name is for those compulsively seeking enlightenment? Any suggestions?

 

Peace,

ZenB

[三江源]

My dad used to say:

You can pick your friends,

and you can pick your nose;

but you can't wipe your friends under the table.

 

 

ha ha ha, excellent.