~There once was a rock all by itself near a stream~it just sat there absorbing its stillness~not longing for nothing~then as time went on moss started to develop around it~it kept coming and coming and before you know it~it consumed the rock all over~but the rock sat in stillness~the rock of course was not looking for this moss as it desired not a thing~seems the desire came from the moss itself enticing the rock to be of its temptation as it did its best in trying to penetrate the rock~but because the rock remained still it was not bothered by any desire that was coming its way even if the desire lived on it~moral of the story~stillness is wisdom and cannot be penetrated by something that is outside oneself but tapped into by the one within~all things begin here and one does not have to seek what is there~the wise are content where they are as a fool looks for that to which one can never adhere to that is already inside~hence you can almost say that the fool here was the moss*