A Zen master is sick. He is dying. A young disciple approaches him.
Disciple: Before you die, please answer my question.
Master: What is it?
Disciple: What is the meaning of life?
Master; Life is like a river.
The disciple retreats to his chamber and contemplates. Next day, he approaches the master again.
Disciple: Master, I have contemplated on your answer all night long last night. But I still do not understand.
Master: You don't like my answer? All right, then. Life is not like a river.
The Zen master died.
Seek and your shall find
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