You remind me of a story in the Shasekishū (which I know only from the unreliable Senzaki/Reps translation in /Zen Flesh, Zen Bones/). In the story, a donor objects to a Zen master's writing "father dies, son dies, grandson dies" in a supposed tribute. But of course, as a nearly 64 year old father, I know this is perfect.
You remind me of a story in the Shasekishū (which I know only from the unreliable Senzaki/Reps translation in /Zen Flesh, Zen Bones/). In the story, a donor objects to a Zen master's writing "father dies, son dies, grandson dies" in a supposed tribute. But of course, as a nearly 64 year old father, I know this is perfect.