Here is a little humor for those who are appalled at self-promoting "roshi"s, "lama"s, "tulku"s, and "emanation"s, amazed at the perceived disposability of samayas, distressed at the reduction of terms like kensho, satori, and rigpa to concepts that can be argued about, and sad about the general desacralization of the sublime:
A man walked into a doctor's office and rolled up his sleeve to show the doctor an arm completely covered in a hideous rash.
"My god," the doctor said. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing happened," the man replied. "My arm has been like this for a long time, but it's starting to bother me."
After a series of questions, the doctor finally asked, "what do you do for a living?"
The man said, "I work at the circus. I give enemas to the elephants when they are constipated. I take a soapy sponge and thrust it up the elephants' rears."
"That's it!"the doctor said. "I guarantee if you stop giving enemas to elephants, your arm will get better."
The man answered, "What? And give up show business?"