Last time when my parents put me in nuthouse in order to break my will
to become monk,
I had fortune to meet one saint.
The old man looked like saint, behave like one, I can tell you typical
stereotype of saint.
So it happened that we talked. We talked for a while and suddenly he
ordered me to kiss
his hand.
AAAAAAAA, that's the point , I thought. In Orthodox Church we use to
kiss hand
of priests, so I thought, why not kiss a hand of saint. So I kissed
his hand.
After a while it happened that toilet doors were open so I witnessed
how saint
makes a shit.
I can tell you, in saintly way, with dignity.
Then enlightenment happened to me. How something that makes food into
a shit
can be Holy? Noooo waaaaay.
Then I realized that we humans are full of shit.
Then I recalled that bees make honey which is healthy food.
Since then I bow to bees, not humans.
Greets, Branimir.