A priest, Pao-ch’e, was fanning himself. A monk said, “Master, the nature of wind is permanent, and there is no place it does not reach. Why, then, must you still fan yourself?”
“Although you understand that the nature of wind is permanent,” the Master replied, “you do not understand the meaning of its reaching everywhere.”
“Then what is the meaning of its reaching everywhere?” asked the monk.
The Master just fanned himself. The monk bowed.
— Zen mondo-- David --
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