"Sigmund Freud died and was sent to hell - where else? When he arrived the Devil greeted him - obviously.
"Welcome," said the Devil. "Here you will have one of three irrevocable choices about where you will spend eternity. Come on!"
The first room was filled with people who were carrying large stones up a steep hill only to see them fall back to the bottom - to where they had to return and start the whole process again.
Freud was then shown the second room. It was filled with typewriters. Thousands of people were clattering away, each with a Devil's assistant behind him. Whenever a mistake was made, the assistant would slap the person on the back.
Freud was becoming extremely apprehensive.
The final room was filled with human shit, up to the necks of the thousands of people there. Each person had a cup of coffee which he or she was sipping, just above the dung.
"Well," said the Devil, "which room do you choose?"
Freud thought for a second, realizing that in the third room, at least there was no physical work, and he enjoyed coffee too.
"Okay, I will take the third room."
He waded into the dung and waited for someone to bring him his cup. Just as he heard the large door slam behind him he heard an assistant shout, "Alright, everybody! Coffee break is over! Everyone back standing on their heads!"-
OSHO
"Welcome," said the Devil. "Here you will have one of three irrevocable choices about where you will spend eternity. Come on!"
The first room was filled with people who were carrying large stones up a steep hill only to see them fall back to the bottom - to where they had to return and start the whole process again.
Freud was then shown the second room. It was filled with typewriters. Thousands of people were clattering away, each with a Devil's assistant behind him. Whenever a mistake was made, the assistant would slap the person on the back.
Freud was becoming extremely apprehensive.
The final room was filled with human shit, up to the necks of the thousands of people there. Each person had a cup of coffee which he or she was sipping, just above the dung.
"Well," said the Devil, "which room do you choose?"
Freud thought for a second, realizing that in the third room, at least there was no physical work, and he enjoyed coffee too.
"Okay, I will take the third room."
He waded into the dung and waited for someone to bring him his cup. Just as he heard the large door slam behind him he heard an assistant shout, "Alright, everybody! Coffee break is over! Everyone back standing on their heads!"-
OSHO
