You Can’t Get Away

I was walking through the desert when I came upon Buddha.

I said, “I’m not sure if you are a ghost. I mean, you’re like Jesus, right, but without the beard. I mean, you’re like a supernatural being, or you know, son of God, or at a least relative.”

I started to prostrate myself when Buddha said, “What are you doing? Get up off the ground.”

I got back up. I felt like an idiot. I purposely hang out in the desert by myself to avoid this kind of embarrassment.

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