“Teacher, I’ve read so many books… but I’ve forgotten most of them. So what’s the point of reading?”

That was the question of a curious student to his Master. The teacher didn’t answer. He just looked at him in silence.

A few days later, they were sitting by a river, suddenly, the old man said:

“I’m thirsty. Bring me some water… but use that old strainer lying there on the ground.”

The student looked confused. It was a ridiculous request. How could anyone bring water in a strainer full of holes?

But he didn’t dare argue.

He picked up the strainer and tried.

Once. Twice. Over and over again…

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