Distracted

A hunter, by way of stampeding the game, set fire to the woods around them. Of a sudden, he saw a man emerging from a rock.

The man calmly walked through the fire. The hunter ran after him.

"Tell me, there. How do you manage to go through rock?"

"Rock? What do you mean by that?"

"I also saw you walk through fire!"

"Fire? What do you mean by fire?"

That perfect Taoist, totally effaced, saw no difference between things.

-Henri Michaux, Un barbare en Asie