A young monk climbed the mountain and sat alone for seven days, meditating on the nature of love.
On the eighth day, an old master appeared and asked,
“What have you discovered?”
The monk replied,
“Love is the purest connection. It unites all things without grasping.”
The master smiled faintly and said,
“If love does not grasp, who then is united?”
The monk was silent.
The master struck the ground with his staff.
“Where is love now?”
The wind carried cherry blossoms past them.
The monk’s eyes filled with tears, and he bowed deeply.
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