Finally, after a harsh and arduous journey, I arrived to the master. He welcomed me with a calm gaze. We greeted each other as if we were old acquaintances. I was very tired and thirsty, so I took my glass out of my backpack and asked for some water. The master, on seeing my glass, said: "You must not feel the thirst for the water that I have to offer you, for it does not and cannot be contained by your glass. If you want, I can help you obtain the right container.” I know that – I replied – but I am thirsty and I have come a long way in order to see you; now, what I need is a little water. And the master said: "Follow the path, further onwards, there are many who will fill your glass".
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