The Zen Egg Choice

January 15th, 2008 | Posted in Discordia | No Comments »

Here’s something I puked up earlier:

A Zen master stood before two of his students. He held a chicken egg out in his hand and told the students that the egg was still growing and would soon be getting ready to hatch.

Looking down at the ground he pointed at a soft patch of sand and said “If this egg were to fall into the sand it may live. If it falls onto the rocks, it may break. If I were to drop it where would it fall? The sand or the rocks?”

The two students thought for a moment and then one answered. “That would be your choice.”

After a moment the other responded as well. “That would be both your choice and the egg’s choice.” He then looked at the other student and back at the master for affirmation.

After a few moments of silence the egg said “Please don’t drop me.”

Well I’ve made it to the 15th without missing a post. That’s half way through the first month and it’s been pretty easy.

I’ll try not to drop the egg.

Oh, and, this pseudo-kōan is a JOKE. There is no need to lecture me on the free will of chicken eggs. The Zen Master was a ventriloquist.