A Zen master, walking through the woods in autumn, asked his student; “Are you enlightened?’ to which the student replied; ‘Who is enlightened?’. The old master stopped and said, ‘I am enlightened.’ The student, looking at the ground and seeming shy, asked ‘Don’t you mean “I is enlightened?”‘.

‘No,’ replied the master, playing offended. ‘I mean I am enlightened.”

There was a pause as their wandering resumed.

‘”I am enlightened” is like “the sky is blue”‘ the student eventually said. ‘”I is enlightened” is like “there are no clouds”‘.

‘Aha! A mushroom!’ the master shouted, delighted. ‘The fruit is getting to be ripe.’

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