Satori Goes To Therapy
Supine on the comfy rococo chaise longue, Satori rested his head and closed his eyes. His robes flowed freely.
‘So,’ his therapist, a Doctor Kurutta said, her voice soft and trusting, ‘you think you’re a Zen monk?’
Satori rose sharply, slapped the coffee table which sat between them, and yelled, ‘But I am a Zen monk!’