Drinking tea on the river side

A Daoist Master was drinking tea on the riverside with his students. He sees a guy sitting on a bench tracing his fingers on the arm rest desperately scribbling down his ideas. As he’s writing these thoughts into his journal the Master walks over. Suddenly  grabbing the journal he tosses it at one of the students and says, 

“What’s this”

The Student opened it and fanned himself

“Not bad”

“Now you” He passed it to the other 

Who at once closed the book scratched it with his neck then opened it and handed it to the master with some cake on it. This was considered even better. For when there are no names the world is no longer “classified in limits and bounds”.

The guy snatched his journal back and smacked the Daoist Master round the head with it and walked off. The Master, unfazed, turned and smiled gleamingly at the guy who walked off. For he had met another Master.