"Once there was a monk…as he was walking one night, he stepped on something that squished, which he imagined to be a frog, a mother frog laden with eggs. Mortified at the thought of having killed a pregnant frog, when the monk went to sleep that night he dreamed that hundreds of frogs came to him demanding his life. He was utterly terrified. Come morning. The monk went to look for the frog he had squashed, and found that it had only been an overripe eggplant. At that moment, the monk’s perplexities abruptly ceased; realizing there is nothing concrete in the world, for the first time he was really able to apply it practically in his life."

Thomas Cleary | Instant Zen, 25