I had a dream that God and Buddha were playing golf at Pelican Hill. They played with one bag, and I was the caddy.
Every time Buddha hit the ball, it would go where Buddha wanted it to go. Whenever God would hit the ball, he'd slice or get in a rough lie. God was very upset.
This kept on going for some time. God kept getting more and more upset.
"Why are you so much better than God at golf?" I asked Buddha.
Buddha looked at me, and smiled. "There is no difference."
"So why is God not playing as well as you?"
"It is your impure vision."
Just then, God made a hole-in-one.
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