Here’s another Zen story for you. A small village receives word that a fierce and terrible Samurai is headed their way, and all the town’s people, including all of the monks in a nearby Buddhist monastery, flee for their lives. The monastery’s abbot, a wise man, of full concentration and possessed in complete equanimity, remains seated on his meditation cushion. When the warrior arrives in the town, and finds it empty, he goes to the monastery and discovers the abbot still seated there. The Samurai becomes enraged at the abbot, who he perceives as indifferent to his fierce reputation, and says to him, “do you know that I am the kind of warrior who could run you through, without batting an eye?” To which the abbot replies, “yes, but do you know that I am the kind of monk who could be run through without batting an eye?" The samurai, realizing that he was in the presence of a true master, put down his sword and became the master's disciple.