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   From: invalid@invalid.invalid   
      
   {:-])))  wrote:   
   > noname wrote:   
   >> {:-]))) wrote:   
   >>> noname wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>> A true Master   
   >>>> would not get frazzled enough to reply as he did.   
   >>>   
   >>> He wasn't frazzled at all.   
   >>>   
   >>> He was restoring an old car and needed a part for it.   
   >>> I was being my asshole self and picking at words, as usual.   
   >>>   
   >>> We've known each other for over 50 years.   
   >>   
   >> Sounds like you had a private vocabulary.  You got slapped.  Was the next   
   >> thing he told you to go fetch the part?   
   >   
   > I didn't get slapped. And yet, you could say I did.   
   > You could say it because you did say it.   
   > And so, you could and you did.   
   >   
   > I was joking around and he knew it.   
   >   
   > We did used to have slap-fights.   
   > The kind where each knuckle-head puts out his hands,   
   > either palms together, out in front, or, in another version,   
   > with palms facing down. But that's another story.   
   >   
   > In this story,   
   > the next thing was we kept on going   
   > where ever it was we were going. I recall being on the 210,   
   > heading northeast out of Pasadena. That's about it.   
   > A round 30 years ago.   
   >   
   >>> What's your impression of a true Master?   
   >>   
   >> I don't always know what people mean by the words they use.   
   >   
   > That's very apparent in this post all by itself.   
   > And the one in this thread that was before that one.   
   >   
   >> There are   
   >> levels of mastery.  The sage is a master when he is a sage.  The Sage is   
   >> always a sage and thus a Master.  It's a nit.   
   >>   
   >>> Was your father one in any Way?   
   >>   
   >> He probably never heard the word "Tao" or the phrase "mental-culture".   
   >> OTOH was a pretty fair mechanic.   
   >   
   > That's not what I'm referring to.   
   >   
   > As I recall something you'd said, you'd watched him work.   
   > And things would, in a sort of Mysterious Way, work out.   
      
   Yes, his ways were of stopping when the work was done.  What he called a   
   "pretty fair mechanic" is what others might call a Master Tinker, or   
   something else.   
      
   >   
   > If he needed something, a thing would appear.   
      
   That's mostly me, he just made what he needed out of whatever was at hand.   
   I'm lazy, and I don't have the same knacks he had; I look around and see if   
   I can remember them up from where I might have put them.  Sometimes I find   
   them at the hardware store.   
      
   >   
   > Some Ting along that Order of how things, occur.   
   >   
      
   Shit happens.  Sometimes it happens on ewe.    
      
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