A little boy and little girl were walking through the woods on their way home, when they found an old monk, sitting in a clearing. His legs were crossed in lotus position and his eyes closed. As the children drew closer they realized that the old man was levitating. They gazed at him dumbstruck for a minute. Then they circled the monk, looking for any a clue as to how he floated.
The monk, still levitating, seemed totally oblivious to their presence. “Wake up,” yelled the boy, but the monk remained unresponsive, floating in the air as if gravity did not exits to him. The children were too curious to go home so they waited until the monk woke up.
Hours passed before the old monk floated gently to the ground and opened his eyes. He saw the children standing in front of him.
“How do you float like that?”asked the boy.
“It is an illusion,” replied the monk.
“Then where are the ropes that hold you up,” retorted the girl.
“You don’t understand,” said the wise old man. “The floating is not the illusion.”
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