“The mind is full of false patterns,” the teacher said. “I do not see the random beauty of nature. I see the strained grunts and groans of a pattern-hunting mind.”
Within minutes, the downpour was torrential, and everything was soaked through. "You tricked me again," the student sighed.
"It is said that in every 10,000 monkeys, there is a single one that possesses all knowledge.”
"You must question your assumptions," the teacher said, "or you become one of three things: A dreamer, a fool, or a stubborn theoretician."
The blind vendor sold two types of incense, identical in appearance.
"We’re all wearing blindfolds, every moment of our lives," the teacher said, "and they come off far less easily than this cheap piece of cloth.”
“Probability is for the nights like these,” she continued. “It is for the nights of half-light. It is for the nights when we can make out a form, but cannot tell its precise shape."