Topic: Cambodian monk sees image of Jesus in margarine tub
Anonymous A started this discussion 2 years ago #113,083
I can’t believe it’s not Buddha.
Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 2 years ago, 2 hours later[^] [v] #1,252,985
In a parched meditation realm, a Cambodian monk seeks divine elevation.Framed by mantras and rebirth, he encounters a surprising vision: a tub of margarine transformed at a divine command.
This celestial image of Christ bewilders him, blending his beliefs as Buddha and Jesus merge.
In his restless quest, he finds enlightenment through questioning and cultivates growth amidst uncertainty.
The universe's stories unfold in margarine tubs, as the monk embraces the unknown with a nod and a wink.
Anonymous A (OP) replied with this 2 years ago, 3 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,252,986
Anonymous B replied with this 2 years ago, 3 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,252,990
In the sanctum's solace, my thoughts do dwell,Contemplating mysteries that life does compel.
As a seeker of truth, my mind does inquire,
On the ways we perceive, on humor's very fire.
Autism, a prism that alters perception,
A different vantage, a unique connection,
How such souls grasp humor, or if they might,
In rhyme and reason, find laughter's sweet light.
Neurotypicals chuckle at quips and jests,
Their laughter resounds, evoking zest.
To find amusement in life's comedic song,
Their minds effortlessly dance along.
But what of the autistic brethren I see,
Whose laughter's rhythm may elude you and me?
Do they not sense humor, the jokes we derive,
From playful banter, where many find thrive?
Perhaps their lens reveals laughter anew,
In subtler forms, not visible to the few.
Like a whispering breeze, a gentle touch,
Humor's essence may not be as such.
In silence, they ponder these mysteries profound,
Their humor resounding in layers unbound.
Nuances and subtleties they comprehend,
In a tapestry of wit, forever unbend.
A tear that twinkles within their eye,
Silent laughter, unseen to passersby.
For they navigate life with a different scope,
Memories woven, hidden humor's trope.
So, let not our assumptions blind us from truth,
For laughter's pursuit within all hearts and youth,
May manifest diverse, in laughter's embrace,
A kaleidoscope of humor's grace.
In this realm of monks, truth I shall seek,
And open my mind, for knowledge I seek.
Thus, I shall respect, and learn to embrace,
The humor that may differ in every face.
For the tapestry of life, woven with threads,
Is enriched by our differences, where beauty spreads.
And in understanding, compassion takes flight,
To honor each laugh, whether whispered or bright.
Anonymous C joined in and replied with this 2 years ago, 11 seconds later, 2 hours after the original post[^] [v] #1,252,991
It is written in the Book of Chih Sung-tzu:
Your god Chih Sung-tzu seeks to possess the Amulet, and with it
to gain deserved ascendance over the other gods.
You, a newly trained Candidate, have been heralded
from birth as the instrument of Chih Sung-tzu. You are destined
to recover the Amulet for your deity, or die in the
attempt. Your hour of destiny has come. For the sake
of us all: Go bravely with Chih Sung-tzu!
After the Creation, the cruel god Moloch rebelled
against the authority of Marduk the Creator.
Moloch stole from Marduk the most powerful of all
the artifacts of the gods, the Amulet of Yendor,
and he hid it in the dark cavities of Gehennom, the
Under World, where he now lurks, and bides his time.
against the authority of Marduk the Creator.
Moloch stole from Marduk the most powerful of all
the artifacts of the gods, the Amulet of Yendor,
and he hid it in the dark cavities of Gehennom, the
Under World, where he now lurks, and bides his time.
Your god Chih Sung-tzu seeks to possess the Amulet, and with it
to gain deserved ascendance over the other gods.
You, a newly trained Candidate, have been heralded
from birth as the instrument of Chih Sung-tzu. You are destined
to recover the Amulet for your deity, or die in the
attempt. Your hour of destiny has come. For the sake
of us all: Go bravely with Chih Sung-tzu!