Mark Sipos posted:

	REMAINS OF THE BUDDHA

 A True life story of the buddhist aristocracy during the Great War

Dusk finds our heroine in her parlour, excitingly discussing the  effects 
of the eight century classic, the MahaRajaInverseRealityDakiniTantra 
on well disciplined field mice with her friends. A tray of Sholka-colas
fizz unnoticed next to a statue of John Cleese extolling the virtues of the
mongoose, as everyone is wrapped in a rapture of expectant oneness. 

Abruptly, the butler, Mr. Hodgkins, shatters the air of resurgant bliss and 
walks up to Madame to whisper in her ear. 
Hodgkins:  "A madman to see you madame."
Madame:	   "Well, it is the net. Do send him in."

A brash man comes stumbling in.

Rightwood:	My word, it's Mr. Smithers! How ghastly he looks!
Smithers:	The Light! The Light!
Madame:		He sounds terribly confused. Such a PITA tragic event.
Smithers:	The Light! The Light!
Hodgkins:	May I make a suggestion, Madame?
		This reminds me of my uncle who got lost fighting himself
		in the Crimean Foothills in '03. Poor blighter said he was
		rescued by a roving band of rouge trantric sadhus. Claimed 
		everything went gold. Never was the same afterwards. I 
		suggest that we just jolly well carry on. A solid measure of
		due diligence will send him on his way.

Madame:		Very Well. I do believe next post we will discuss The Brothers
		Karamazov and the practical applications of the Grand 
		Inquisitor to sitting zazen. 
		Clearly Mr. Smithers unhappy experiences are the result of a
		misalignment of the Upper and Lower Stages, follwed by a 
		mid air collision of the Greater Vechicle. Which, as we know,
		has a set of three definings  qualities (the lesser, greater,
		and absolute miseries), each with five attributes ...