In an advanced, post graduate class of philosophy, on the day of the
final examination, the professor came and distributed the question paper.
It had only one question.
"Prove the chair on the dais in this hall, does not exist".
The students went hammer and tongs.........some using up their answer
sheets, asking for supplementary sheets, where they threw in Socrates,
Plato's Cave and Aristotelian logic.
Some brought in Hegel, some could fit in some hyperbolic curve balls
from Nietzsche and Heiddeger.
Thinking that this was a trick question........few even pondered how to
fit in some Nagarjuna, the Master on Absence.
One guy with cap on backwards, extremely low waist jeans, barely hanging
over the butt cheeks...
.... handed over his answer paper, in about 45 seconds and walked out,
with an Ipod in his ears.
A week later results announced......all the toppers in the clash
jostling in front of the board where the results were displayed.
All of them had failed.
Except low jeans backward cap with IPod.
The whole class trouped to the professor and demanded to see that
smart-ass's answer sheet.
The professor agreed and showed the answer sheet.
It had only one sentence as the answer.
Smart ass goes home to show his mom his grades in the philosophy class.
Just seeing him appearing in the doorway.....mom goes hammer and tongs
at him....... for his barely hanging in there....jeans.
The guy replies "What jeans?"
He found it strange that the reply did not fetch him the same depth of
response from mom.
He then realized a greater truth...
...of being in the world and keeping jeans hauled up to waist level...
....while never being of the world of attires...... whether external or