I am reminded of a story I was once told:
When the young Buddhist monk finally reached the top of the mountain where his guru was meditating, he found the guru to be mindlessly swatting flies as he sat in the lotus position meditating.
"Guru! Guru! How can you kill flies?"
The guru seemed not to hear him, but the young monk listened intently, hoping for a reply. His mind finally opened, he heard the guru's continuing soft mantra:
"Go and be something else. Go and be something else."
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