Why do you live here with the garbage, the student asked.
The master spoke. When does a doll cease to be a doll? When does a table cease to be a table? When does a man cease to be a man?
I do not know, the student said.
Go, fetch your most valued possession and toss it on that mound of refuse. Then you will know.
The student left more enlightened.
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