Religions - Tao

" A foreigner asked a local waiter in a restaurant about the meaning of Tao.

The waiter politely ask the foreigner to follow him to the veranda.
The waiter then ask "what do you see ?"

"Houses, people doing their things, street, trees, birds, sky," replied the foreigner.

The waiter said, "That is Tao."

Arthritis

A drunk was going home when met a priest that early morning. He asked the priest, "Father, what is the cause of arthritis ?"

The priest looking at the drunk answered, "Well, staying late at night causes arthritis, drinking alcoholic beverages causes arthritis, doing drugs causes arthritis, and free-sex practices causes arthritis."

Noticed that the drunk was quite in a shock, the priest asked happily but calmly, "Why did you ask?"

The drunk, still mesmerized, said, "I just read in the newspaper that the Pope has an arthritis."

Education - A Boy and A Butterfly

Once a little boy saw a multi-colored caterpillar in the garden. He picked it up and took it inside the house. The little boy got a jar from his mother and put his new pet inside.  He placed a twig and pour some green leaves inside the jar. He put the jar near the window where the sun ray find its way through the glass.

He was very enchanted by his new pet. He named it "Wormy" and found time to watch Wormy and dilligently poured green leaves for it every now and then.

One day the Wormy started acting strangely. The boy ran for his mother. She told him that the caterpillar was creating a cocoon (chrysalis) and how it would grow to be a butterfly. The little boy was relieved and also happy to understand that. He changed Wormy's name to Bullyfly.

After some time the cocoon was full. It was golden and shinny, and was hanging on the twig vertically.

The awed little boy checked for the next change eagerly and learned that something inside the metallic gold cocoon moved sometimes.

One day it happened a small opening appeared in the cocoon, and Bullyfly, now a butterfly, looked unhappy being trapped inside the cocoon. The butterfly struggled to get out of the cocoon by beating its wings against the cocoon. Once a while it stopped and then continued with the beating. The little boy was quite sure that Bullyfly didn't look as if it made a good progress and decided to help. He took the twig out of the jar, pried the cocoon open. The butterfly on his palm was wet, the body was swollen with small, shriveled wings. Satisfied, the little boy then gently replaced the butterfly into the jar.

The little boy continued to watch. And while his imagination of Bullyfly spreading his wings, changing to a beautiful color, and finally taking its flight played in his mind, Bullyfly, inside the jar, tried to crawl but the weight of his body and the under-developed wings gave it resistance beyond its strength.

Not surprisingly the little boy was horrified to see how a while later the butterfly stopped moving and died.

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Later did the little boy learned that a butterfly need to struggle with its cocoon. The struggle strengthen its muscles and would enable it to push the fluid out of its body and into its wings.