A long time ago in China there were two friends, one who played the harp skilfully and one who listened skilfully. When the one played or sang about a mountain, the other would say: ‘I can see the mountain before us.’ When the one played about water, the listener would exclaim: ‘Here is the running stream!’ But the listener fell sick and died. The first friend cut the strings of his harp and never played again. Since that time the cutting of harp strings has allways been a sign of intimate friendship. Citat fra “Zen Flesh, Zen Bones” compiled by Paul Reps Arakana Peguin Books 1991

A long time ago in China there were two friends, one who played the harp skilfully and one who listened skilfully. When the one played or sang about a mountain, the other would say: ‘I can see the mountain before us.’ When the one played about water, the listener would exclaim: ‘Here is the running stream!’ But the listener fell sick and died. The first friend cut the strings of his harp and never played again. Since that time the cutting of harp strings has allways been a sign of intimate friendship.

Citat fra “Zen Flesh, Zen Bones” compiled by Paul Reps Arakana Peguin Books 1991