I’d accept this if the guy wouldn’t gloat about it.
C: I wish to complain about this Monk what I purchased not half an hour ago from this very boutique.
O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Mongolian Mum…What’s,uh…What’s wrong with it?
C: I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it, my lad. 'E’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it!
O: No, no, 'e’s uh,…he’s resting.
C: Look, matey, I know a dead monk when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now.
O: No no he’s not dead, he’s, he’s restin’! Remarkable monk, the Mongolian Mum, idn’it, ay? Beautiful plumage!
C: The plumage don’t enter into it. It’s stone dead.
O: Nononono, no, no! 'E’s resting!
C: All right then, if he’s restin’, I’ll wake him up! (shouting at the cage) 'Ello, Mister Meditator! I’ve got a lovely fresh mandalla for you if you show…(owner hits the cage)
I just dropped in for the Dead Parrot references…
I am…vastly skeptical…of this ‘trance-not-death’ theory; but, it might be worth inquiring as to whether Team Medicine might take a look. There are all kinds of invaluable medical advances that could be derived from a reliable mechanism for inducing ultra-low-metabolism states in humans(surgery with less bleeding out, stabilization of accident victims during transport, potential replacement for heart/lung machine during serious surgical interventions, etc. never mind what Team Space Travel wants for long haul voyages).
Surely a monk of this level of enlightenment might be feeling enough selfless benevolence to assist in easing the suffering of those less capable of self-inducing these states?
He might not be dead, but he ain’t alive, that’s for sure.
I think this guy was in a Sandman Slim novel.
I’m going to use that line on my boss the next time he catches me napping at my desk…
Oh, I forgot, I’m self employed.
He’s getting better.
If true, you really have to admire his commitment.
They found a whole monastery of these guys in Jodorowsky’s The White Lama.
Given that the copyright generally expires at 70 (or, generally, n) years after author’s death, I can envision publishing houses with vaults full of shelves with meditating authors.
Meh, I saw him blink.
Maybe this is the origin of the rumours about Walt Disney’s cryogenic suspension?
I just dropped in to see what condition meditation was in
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what condition meditation was in.
“You’re not dead until you’re warm and dead” as legal theory…
Maybe you’re not self employed. Maybe you’re just trancing.
Just stick him in a crate with some poison rigged to a radiation source - then you can claim that no one will ever know for sure.
He’s pining for the steppes…
So, is this what a K Hole is like?
(asking for a friend)