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K'ang 10

As told by Jerry M. Pickard

"When you stand on the mountain, only by looking down can you see that it is a mountain." K'ang said. He and the boy had been raking the Zen Garden that they now shared for meditation. Six carefully selected stones were placed in a casual order among an empty area, devoid of distraction.

"To the earth, pretty stones look like all the others. Only your eyes can make them different." K'ang's old white cat, Mahica, who had been stalking a butterfly, came and rubbed himself against K'ang's bony leg. He studied the Zen-garden for a moment, then fastidiously walked to the center and defecated, making much of burying his waste. K'ang's mouth upturned into a slight smile, his wizened face wrinkled, and he said

"See boy, there are opinions!"

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