it has been said, “there are only 777 kōans, and this is true.” but what will happen when the kōans have all been shared? will love, too, come to an end?
“no,” the sage said, “for like i have said, love never ends. and love never–“”
“you’re the one who never ends!” the tortoise exclaimed. “you keep going on and on about love. love never stops. your rambling never stops!”
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this kept the sage humble.
