I love stories like this...

[heydoc]

Two monks were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling. Coming around the bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. “Come on, girl,” said the first monk. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud. The second monk did not speak again until that night when they

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[jreacher]

help me out... I don't get it.

[heydoc]

It's essentially about letting go. The first monk saw a problem, dealt with it and moved on. The second, worked it up into a bigger problem until he couldn't help himself and had to ask the first about it, therefore, he was still "carrying" the woman.
I like these kinds of tales because they're thought-provoking.

[jreacher]

Thank you. Duh.