A big burly samurai comes to the
wise man and says, “Tell me the nature of Heaven and Hell.” The roshi looks him
in the face and says: “Why should I tell a scruffy, disgusting, miserable slob
like you?” The samurai starts to get purple in the face, his hair starts to
stand up, but the roshi won’t stop, he keeps saying, “A miserable worm like
you, do you think I should tell you anything?” Consumed by rage, the samurai
draws his sword, and he’s just about to cut off the head of the roshi. Then the
roshi says, “That’s hell.” The samurai, who is in fact a sensitive person,
instantly gets it, that he just created his own hell; he was deep in hell. It
was black and hot, filled with hatred, self-protection, anger, and resentment,
so much so that he was going to kill this man. Tears fill his eyes and he
starts to cry and he puts his palms together and the roshi says, “That’s
heaven.”
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