A Zen Buddhist dialog:
Monk: In order to work in the Tao is there a special way?
Master: yes, there is one.
Monk: Which is it?
Master: When one is hungry, he eats; when one is tired, he sleeps.
Monk: That is what everybody does; is their way the same as yours?
Master: It is not the same.
Monk: Why not?
Masterr: When they eat they do not only eat, they weave all sorts of imaginings. When they sleep they give reign to a thousand idle thoughts. That is why not their way is not my way.