George Mao
was a philosophy professor at the University of Maine, and he was
miserable. His wife had left him for a
pizza delivery boy, his son wouldn’t talk to him, and students avoided his classes. He considered his life meaningless and saw
sickness and death his future in his old age.
From an
academic philosophy magazine, he read of guru in India that was wonderfully
wise, with a great many noted people willing to make a difficult pilgrimage
just to receive his council.
George took
academic leave and flew to India. The
guru was on the top of an escarpment and the only access was a steep and
dangerous trail that led to the top.
After hours
of walking and climbing George found the guru sitting outside of his cave. George said, ‘Teacher, I am a philosophy
professor, I have lived half of my lifetime and I am miserable. Please tell me why we are here. What is the meaning of life?’
The guru
answered, ‘The meaning of life is a tea pot.’
George was
furious. He said, ‘I have flown across
the ocean, traveled across India and climbed this damn mountain and all you can
tell me is the reason we are all here is a tea pot?
The guru
thought for a minute, then said, ‘Well, maybe it’s not a tea pot.
George could have saved himself the
trip and asked me – I would have told him, it’s the hokey pokey.
the Ol’Buzzard
He could have Googled it.
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