And to Mr. Tomato I would like to say that I have no respect for politicians; whether they are African or American or Indian or European, it does not matter.
A cannibal rushed into his village to spread the word that a hunting party had captured a politician.
“Good,” said one of the cannibals. “I’ve always wanted to try a baloney sandwich.”
Three surgeons were at the pub, chatting about their experiences.
The first said, “One guy who came to me had been in a car accident and had lost both his legs. I fixed him up and today he’s a champion runner.”
“Wow,” said the second. “I had a patient once who had been hit by a train and his body was completely smashed. We gave him surgery and today he’s a famous dancer.”
“That’s nothing,” said the third. “One guy came to me – he was a bomb disposal expert. One day a bomb went off and all they found was an asshole and a pair of ears…today he’s the president!”
The second question:
I am a musician and I have come across many music teachers over the years. But now it seems that I have not only found a master but also the ultimate music teacher. Is it perhaps the same thing? And could you please say something to us about music and meditation?
Music comes closest to meditation. Music is a way towards meditation and the most beautiful way. Meditation is the art of hearing the soundless sound, the art of hearing the music of silence – what the Zen people call the sound of one hand clapping. When you are utterly silent, not a single thought passes your mind, there is not even a ripple of any feeling in your heart. Then you start, for the first time, hearing silence.
Silence has a music of its own. It is not dead, it is very much alive, it is tremendously alive. In fact, nothing is more alive than silence.