Someone asked Nasrudin to guess what he had in his hand.
“Give me a clue,” said the Mulla.
“I’ll give you several,” said the wag. “It is shaped like an egg, egg-sized, looks, tastes and smells like an egg. Inside it is yellow and white. It is liquid within before you cook it, coalesces with heat. It was, moreover, laid by a hen…”
“I know!” interrupted the Mulla. “It is some sort of cake.”
I have just come across this ancient teaching story and couldn’t help but notice how true it is. An interesting one to think about.
Posted by: Eleanor