The charcoal masters of old were mysterious and profound. We cannot fathom their
thoughts, so all we do is describe their appearance.
Hands black as a moonless night. One arm with hair shorter and crispier than
the other. Faces with fingerprint-sized smudges. And when they blow their noses,
tissues filled with black gobs.
A grand master of charcoal once dreamed that he was a charcoal fire. When he awoke he exclaimed:
"I don't know whether I am charcoal dreaming that I am fire, or fire dreaming that I am charcoal!"
One devoid of the Tao from a very large food network television company went to a gathering of charcoal masters and then returned to report to his manager, saying: "What sort of people are these charcoal masters? They behaved badly and were unconcerned with appearances. Their hair was long and unkempt and their clothes were wrinkled and old. They drank beer to and from the crab house and they made rude noises while we cooked."
The manager said: "I should have never sent you to the Waldorf Eggfest. Those charcoal masters live beyond the physical world. They consider life absurd, an accidental coincidence. They build their fires without knowing limitations. Without a care, they live only for food cooked over their charcoal fires. Why should they bother with social conventions?
The ancient masters of charcoal were quick to learn the Yin and Yang of the Tao. The fire that warmed them cooked their food. Such is the Yang of Tao. The smoke and fumes brought death when charcoal was used indoors. Such is the Yin of Tao.
learned to cook outdoors.
Enlightened people are not cultured; Culture is not enlightenment.
Content people are not rich; Riches are not contentment.
So the master of charcoal does not serve himself;
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