A drunk was staggering across a bridge one night when he ran into a friend. The two of them leaned over the bridge and began chatting for a while.
"What's that down there?" asked the drunk suddenly.
"That's the moon," said his friend.
The drunk looked again, shook his head in disbelief and said, "Okay, okay. But how the hell did I get way up here?"
We almost never see reality. What we see is a reflection of it in the form of words and concepts which we then proceed to take for reality. The world we live in is mostly a mental construct. People feed on words, live by words, would fall apart without them.
Anthony de Mello
"What's that down there?" asked the drunk suddenly.
"That's the moon," said his friend.
The drunk looked again, shook his head in disbelief and said, "Okay, okay. But how the hell did I get way up here?"
We almost never see reality. What we see is a reflection of it in the form of words and concepts which we then proceed to take for reality. The world we live in is mostly a mental construct. People feed on words, live by words, would fall apart without them.
Anthony de Mello
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