A thought for the day

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

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“My Beautiful Seed”


Mulla Nasrudin gave spiritual instruction to his students in his apartment on Thursday evenings. Among those who came was a professor of comparative religions. The professor was very learned and in every way treated Mulla Nasrudin with great respect. However, every time that the Mulla began to give some history about his teaching, the professor would correct the Mulla filling in minute details and historical facts. Whenever Mulla Nasrudin would begin to tell a Sufi story, after the first line, the professor would begin to laugh and say, ‘This is a good one!’ After one such class Mulla Nasrudin thought to himself, “Why has this man come to me? He obviously is more knowledgeable about what I am going to say than I am and yet he comes here every week. He is more polite than all of the rest of my students put together and yet his input, interesting as it is, disrupts my teaching. Why has he come and what am I to do with him?” While Mulla Nasrudin was contemplating this situation he was looking out of his window at a flower stand across the street and the thought to himself, “That’s it!” Mulla Nasrudin invited the professor to come a little early for the next meeting. When the professor knocked at the door and when Mulla answered it he asked, “Professor, would you mind to do me a favor?” “Not at all.” Said the professor. “Then please go across the street for me and buy me some flower seeds and whatever I might need to grow them.” Said the Mulla “Certainly!” said the professor and off he went. Soon the professor returned with the flower seeds, a pot and everything needed to grow the flowers as Mulla Nasrudin had requested. Mulla opened the bag of seeds and spread them out on the table, “Ah!” he said, “This is the most beautiful of all my seeds. I would say that this one has the most potential so I am going to treat it in a very special way.” He showed the seed to the professor and said, “Isn’t it a lovely seed?” “Yes.” Agreed the professor. “It is a very nice one.” “ I have something very special that I want to do with it. Please plant the others in that pot.” Said Mulla Nasrudin as he went off to another room. When he came back, the professor had just finished planting the other seeds. And Mulla Nasrudin asked the professor, “ Professor, I grew up in a very arid area. There we do not waste our precious water just to grow things for their beauty and their interesting form so I am most inexperienced at growing things such as flowers. Do you suppose that you could stop by for a moment everyday to check on these flower seeds for me and take good care of them?” “Yes, I would be happy to stop by for a moment on my way home from work. But what do you intend to do with that other seed?” asked the professor. Mulla Nasrudin had a book of scriptures in his hand which he placed on the table. When he opened the book there was the seed that he had kept apart from the others. He lovingly stroked the little seed with his fingers saying, “What a beautiful seed.” then Mulla Nasrudin walked over to his kitchenette and got a funnel and a flashlight and then returned to the book on the table. He asked the professor to turn on the flashlight and shine its light onto the seed. Then Mulla Nasrudin held the wide end of the funnel to his mouth and the narrow end of the funnel over the seed and began reciting from the scriptures. The professor stood there holding the flashlight with a look of amusement on his face but said nothing. When Mulla Nasrudin had finished he took the flashlight from the professor, thanked him and lead him to the door saying, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” and the professor left. Day after day, the professor came to water the seeds and to hold the flashlight for the Mulla as he read scriptures into the funnel over the seed. Soon the other seeds in the flower pot were sprouting and growing and before too many weeks some were beginning to flower and all along Mulla Nasrudin put all of his attention on that one seed to which he had been reading and kept in a book of scriptures. Then one day when the professor stopped by, the last of the seeds in the pot had bloomed. Mulla Nasrudin looked at the flowers and then went over to the book where the seed was kept and inspected the seed very closely. He picked up the seed and placed it in the professor’s hand. “Look at this seed professor. Nothing seems to have happened. It is still as it was when we began. Surely, this seed is a thousand times more knowledgeable that all of the other seeds put together. I have read all of the words of Life to it, we have shined on it the light of intelligence and still it does not grow. What can have gone wrong?” The professor looked at the seed and then at Mulla Nasrudin and tears started to stream down his face and fell onto the seed. “I am this seed.” Said the professor, “All of this has been to open my heart and now, finally, I understand.” The professor closed his hand around the seed and wept. Mulla Nasrudin took the professor in his arms, held him and whispered into his ear, “You have just sprouted my beautiful seed.”

[Shallow]

Sometimes, the one who talks, talks because he wants to know.  While the one who doesn't talk, knows and does not talk, for to put that knowledge into words, would be like putting the ocean into a drop of water.

So if the one who talks does so because he wants to know, that means there are many things he does not know. Now, I'll take that and assume that the more one talks the more he wants to know, and ultimately, the less he knows. Therefore, since you never shut up, that means you don't know much at all. Nothing we didn't already know, but it's nice to see you cryptically admitting it. I just hope you remember it the next time you go on one of your pretentious preaching tirades.

[Don Seer]

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LMFAO.. i thought that very same thing myself earlier..

infinite got sonned 

[Shallow]

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LMFAO.. i thought that very same thing myself earlier..

infinite got sonned 

ahh, I'm just kidding around.

[Trauma-san]

^^^Isn't that what poetry is all about? Saying things other smart people realize as well, in a way that provides a certain deep atmosphere and sticks to the mind, in ideal ways even makes recipents think they are intelligent for getting "it"?

Maybe bad poetry is about that, but good poetry is about universal things that dont' have anything to do with intelligence, like love and things anybody grasps, without any sort of pretentiousness.  The problem with White Boy's post is that like O said, he was implying some sort of intelligence over others, or that he was enlightened, or whatever when he so clearly isn't. 

[Trauma-san]

Sometimes, the one who talks, talks because he wants to know.  While the one who doesn't talk, knows and does not talk, for to put that knowledge into words, would be like putting the ocean into a drop of water.

So if the one who talks does so because he wants to know, that means there are many things he does not know. Now, I'll take that and assume that the more one talks the more he wants to know, and ultimately, the less he knows. Therefore, since you never shut up, that means you don't know much at all. Nothing we didn't already know, but it's nice to see you cryptically admitting it. I just hope you remember it the next time you go on one of your pretentious preaching tirades.

Yeah, I posted that above!  Since the 'statement' he posted is about being quiet, and that the people that talk don't know shit, JUST BY POSTING THE STATEMENT he shows he doesn't know shit. 

If he doesn't know shit, why should we even read the statement, much less ponder it's meaning.

Ultimately, that's why I didn't read the bullshit he just posted about 3 posts up.  Is it even in English?


Infinite, how's your Daddy? 

[TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96']

It's okay, some people benefited and enjoyed the couple lines of thought, and others got offended and felt like it was a direct challenge towards them.  I wouldn't worry yourselves over it.

[Shallow]

It's okay, some people benefited and enjoyed the couple lines of thought, and others got offended and felt like it was a direct challenge towards them.  I wouldn't worry yourselves over it.

I just want to say once more that I was just having some fun. It's nothing personal.