A story I heard tonight for the first time since living in Udon Thani, a story I was told most nights before collapsing under the hot-tin roof.
"A zen monk, just up the road, lived in a house of 3 walls, to always see the moon. One evening, whilst he was away, a thief sneaked into the walls, only to find there was nothing to steal. The zen master returned home and found him. 'You have come a long way to visit me,' he told the prowler, 'and you should not return empty handed. Please take my clothes as a gift.' The thief was bewildered, but he took the clothes and ran away. The Master sat naked, watching the moon. 'Poor fellow,' he mused, 'I wish I could give him this beautiful moon.'