From the analects of ancient Zen we have an account of a master passing an adept in the hall.
(loosely paraphrasing)
The master...
"From your countenance I see that you have found the treasure"
The adept...
"But my happiness is that of one who found a precious gem beneath a pile of shit"
It took hundreds of millions of years to produce a stack of atoms capable of waking up. Because of the parallel explorations of secular science, we no longer have to describe the creature thus made inevitable as shit.
With regard to our humanity
be gentle.
Enigmatic Humor
Two monks passed in the hall
One said to the other
"what's new?"
Both laughed uproariously
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