Sometimes I am muchly amused by other religions. Of course, when you really think about people believing them, it's unspeakably sad, but sometimes I can't help but laugh at stories my Eastern Religions professor tells us. Take this one about Taoism, for example. (It should be noted that Taoists believe in flowing with the Tao (the "way") and accepting what happens to them in a tranquil manner, or using really weird methods to change what happens to them).
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Once upon a time, there was a wise old Taoist sage. One day he woke up and his left arm was dead.
"Hmm," said the sage. "I wonder what the Tao will do tomorrow."
The next day he woke up, and his left leg was dead.
"Hmm," said the sage. "I wonder what the Tao will do tomorrow."
The next day he woke up, and his right arm was dead.
"Hmm," said the sage. "I wonder what the Tao will do tomorrow."
The next day he woke up, and his right leg was dead.
"Hmm," said the sage. "I wonder what the Tao will do tomorrow."
The next day he didn't wonder any more, because he was dead.
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Personally, I think this is more of an argument to
not be Taoist.
