A Zen abbot went dressed in rags to the door of a rich man and was turned away with an empty bowl.
So he returned in his formal robe of office and was invited in and served a sumptuous meal.
Removing his robe and folding it, he placed it on front of the feast
and departed with the words, "This meal is not for me; it is for the robe."

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