There was a warm autumn day when I was walking a forest path with my teacher, I saw an especially beautiful red and golden leaf among the litter of fallen leaves.
I picked it up and said, "Teacher, this is a very beautiful leaf."
He answered, "No, Hung Su. It's not beautiful. It's not not-beautiful. It's a leaf. You're giving it quality. You're giving it meaning. It's a leaf."
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