Once upon a time there was a fish. And just because it was a fish, it had lived all its life in the water and knew nothing whatever about anything else but water. And one day as it swam about in the pond where all its days had been spent, it happened to meet a turle of its acquaintance who had just come back from a little excursion on the land.
“Good day, Mr. Turtle!” said
the fish. “I have not seen you for a long time. Where have you been?”
“Oh,” said the turtle, “I
have just been for a trip on dry land.”
“On dry land!” exclaimed
the fish. “What do you mean by on dry land? There is no dry land. I had never
seen such a thing. Dry land is nothing.”
“Well,” said the turtle
good-naturedly. “If you want to think so, of course you may; there is no one
who can hinder you. But that’s where I’ve been, all the same.”
“Oh, come,” said the
fish. “Try to talk sense. Just tell me now what this land of yours is like? Is
it all wet?”
“No, it is not wet,” said
the turtle.
“Is it nice and fresh and
cool?” asked the fish.
“No, it is not nice and
fresh and cool,” the turtle replied.
“Is it clear so that
light can come through it?”
“It is not clear. Light
cannot come through it.”
“Is it soft and yielding,
so that I could move my fins about in it and push my nose through it?”
“No, it is not soft and
yielding. You could not swim in it.”
“Does it move or flow in
streams?”
“No, it neither moves nor
flows in streams?”
“Does it ever rise up
into waves then, with white foams in them?” asked the fish, impatient at this
string of Noes.
“No!” replied the turtle,
truthfully. “It never rises up into water that I have seen.”
“There now,” exclaimed
the fish triumphantly. “Didn’t I tell you that this land of yours was just
nothing? I have just asked, and you have answered me that it is neither wet nor
cool, not clean nor soft and that it doesn not flow in streams nor rise up into
waves, and if it isn’t a single one of these things, what else is it but
nothing? Don’t tell me.”
“Well, well,” said the
turtle, “If you are determined to think that dry land is nothing, I suppose you
must just go on thinking so. But any one who knows what is water and what is
land would say you were just a silly fish, for you think that anything you have
never known is nothing just because you have never known it.”
And with that, the turtle
turned away and leaving the fish behind in its little pond of water, set out on
another excursion over the dry land that was nothing.”
(Quoted from Bhikkhu
Silacara’s booklet, The Four Noble Truths)
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