Harbouring Hatred In Your Breast
Dear Banana-Head Who Would Destroy All the People in the World by Dropping an Atomic Bomb to Kill Just a Few:
Recently it has come to my attention that you are harboring hatred in your breast because you think someone has slighted your teacher. This is a small matter, not your concern. Do not hate anyone. Hate will kill you.
Many people will come to hate you simply because you are my lovable boy, and others for the mistakes you will make. Life is short. In the twinkle of an eye you will be an old man and all this will be dirt! Red dust of your mind. Those who set teacher against teacher, student against student are all ignorant of this beautiful world and do not know how to enjoy life, and so can never find the way to immortality. Pay them no mind.
No one can be perfect, not you, not me. Prof. Cheng and I were intimate rivals. It is like a husband and wife who complain about each other every day or maybe get divorced, but still in their hearts they love each other very much. Others outside may think it is a full-fledged war, but really it was just an unresolved conflict.
Let me tell you a true and genuine story about a man, a general, who was beheaded because he defended the emperor’s decision to attack a neighboring province. The attack was ill-fated and many soldiers were killed. The people could not blame the emperor directly so they focused all their hatred toward the man who encouraged the emperor to make the attack. The emperor, to quell his subjects’ hatred, had his friend and supporter beheaded. This is the fate of all overly zealous supporters.
So, if you support me too zealously I will have you beheaded so my students do not remove my head on the guillotine. I will put you on top of the flag post. I will send you to the eighteenth layer of the hells. I will put you on the guillotine to be guillotined. I will send you to the deuce! Then my life can be peaceful and quiet. Got it!
From the man who has attained the Way and has a bloody Lotus Eater, Mangy Cur, a Paramour, a man who wears a green cap, a bottom of the black lacquer barrel, a rebel, and a parasite living in his teacher’s beautiful palace. All must be fumigated so the pestilence can be eradicated.
-Steal My Art by Stuart Olson, Pg. 166-167