The truest Path.

If you see the Buddha, cut off his head. This is the Way.

>Monk Quote Thread!

I'm mangling what someone else here said once, but...

This world is divided into the weak, and the strong.

The strong rule over the weak. I do not view this as a good thing or a bad thing. It is simply the way of the world.

But if I must choose to be a Lion or a Lamb, I will roar, and if the lambs cower, so be it.
>Was Proposed Dialogue for someones LE Monk

And so my father's teachings live on...

Kind of makes it hard to get drinks, eh?

THE SILENT LORD TAKE YOU

>>17409465
Drinks sound like a distraction

OP hits them, and all is well for him

>>17409465
Why would it? He can just get some punch.

>>17409472

>>17409434
OR:
If you see Buddha on the road, punch a hole to see through him.

But hitting only temporary

And so, a monk in his wanderings came to the edge of a rushing stream.

There he beheld a scorpion, caught in the current and drowning.

"Save me," cried the scorpion.

And so the monk pulverized the scorpion with his fist.

>>17409505
So is life!

>>17409472

Hit your concept of self until abide in emptiness.

A wandering monk, weary from his travels, stopped in a grove of fruit

He beheld a cluster of grapes on a high tree, and wished to eat them and be refreshed

However, he was unable to reach the high branch, and too weary to climb the tree

What then, could he do?

>>17409505

I have not yet hit.

But the hit exists, waiting, in the future.

Soon, the hit will occur. Then, the hit will exist in the past.

But past or future, the moment of hitting will always be there. Thus, hit is eternal.

>>17409529
Nothing, for grapes grow upon vines and not trees.

One who hits is one who practices the art of life, for without life, there can be no hitting, and without hitting, there is no life.

>>17409536
No one said they were growing on the tree!

It could be a vine ON the tree!

Or perhaps a raven placed it there to taunt a fox!

A monk was walking along an old road when he came across an old man.

"Please, do not hit me! My bones are frail and I would pose no challenge!"

And so the monk moved on.

After a short while he came upon a group of ducklings.

"Please, do not hit us! We are small and would pose no challenge!"

And so the monk moved on.

After a short walk he came upon a dead man.

"Please, do not hit me! I am already dead, and would pose no challenge!"

And so the monk moved on.

After a short walk the monk came to a mountain. Frustrated he could not walk around the mountain, he yelled up to it.

"Tell me mountain, would you pose a challenge?!"

And the monk struck the mountain.

No dwarves survived.

With these hands, we'll carve a path through dimensions. How can you stand before the mighty fists of the righteous?

>>17409529
Hit the tree until grapes come out. Or down. Whatever, just hit it until the desired outcome is achieved.

To hit, or not to hit.

To hit seems simple, but it is an act of intricacy. To hit correctly, you must hone your body and reflexes, anticipate the target and strike where needed.

To not hit sounds simpler, but it is even deeper. Because when not hitting, you are really only hitting the desire to hit in your soul.

And so, even when not hit, you hit. You hit self.

I fucking love this thread.

There was a monk, renowned for his wisdom in the way of hit.

To him came two farmers with one ox.

"The ox is mine," said the first farmer, "for I have owned it since it was a calf."

"The ox is mine," said the second farmer, "for it has grown fat on the grass of my fields."

The monk rose, and faced the ox, and hit it mightily between its eyes. And its eyes did roll back, and its tongue did hang out, for it had been struck unto death.

And the monk turned to the farmers, to tell them to seel the meat and share the coin, but they had fled in fear.

Let he who has not hit cast the first punch.

A hit for a hit makes the whole world dead.

N'ton's second law of hit states that an object in motion will stay at motion, unless hit by another force.

Likewise, an object at rest will stay at rest unless hit by an outside force.

So get off rear and train to hit more, or I hit you. Is scientifically sound.

>>17409601
Hit is not always for kill.

>>17409601
>>17409444
>Son of Kromgol

Holy shit, I remember you...you're that dude who found his dad's character sheet that one time.

Be still, and know that I have hit you.


If a tree falls in the forest, and it makes no sound, you have struck it too quickly. Hit it again.

A young boy with a troubled heart came to the monk, and begged for his teaching.

"The other boys mock me," said the child. "I beg you, teach me the path of hit, that I may hit them."

"Tell me," said the monk, "why do they mock you so, that you would hit them?"

"I look nothing like my father," said the boy, "and so they say I am a bastard, and my mother a wanton."

"Your mother is a very fine looking woman," said the monk.

"Indeed, she is beautiful," said the boy, "but what has that to do with the path of hit?"

"Much," said the monk. "For you see, I hit that."

Don't underestimate us! Whether it be time, space, or alternate realities, they mean nothing to us.
We will pierce the path and methods you've chosen, because that's who we are.

Our burning blood will cut through fate. We'll break through heaven and dimensions. We'll show you our path through force!

Some say women not strong enough to master hit. I say they wrong.

I once court elf lady. She was nice, and respect my dedication to way of hit.

One day, I told her I want to make her my bride. She yell and hit me before walking off in digust.

Hit so strong, hit break heart.

A hit for the road is a hit for the city, and a hit for the whores who dwell there, but hitting too often will lead to a hit in your face from the barkeep's wife.

From this, learn moderation.

In a time long past, Punchingya was in his incarnation as a laughing, big-bellied monk with a sack perpetually on his back. He used to travel about the countryside seeking targets and hitting whomever happened to be nearby. He would customarily sit under a tree, surrounded by young children, whom he would hit to illustrate the way. Seeing this, an elder monk became annoyed at what he perceived as untoward conduct on the part of Punchingya. One day, he cornered Punchingya and tried to test him with the following question: "Old monk, pray tell me, just what do you think is the essence of the way?" Punchingya stopped for a moment, looked him in the eye, and hit him in the face. As the puzzled monk wondered what to make of this singular action, Punchingya walked away. Hitting those in reach, then moving on for fresh targets - that is the essence of the teachings of Punchingya, Master of the Future Hit.

One who does not punch fast enough must master punching hard enough. How hard is hard enough? That is a question only your heart can answer, so beat it proudly.

The way of the fist is best practiced by women, as they have an innate interest in stuffing their arms and fists into unknown, tight passages.

A man, however, does not find passages. He makes them with these two hands.

Some say two fists are superior. This is false. When all else fails, one fucking huge fist is better than a million tiny ones.

>>17409734
What if you had two giant fits?

>34 posts and 7 image replies omitted.
>No "I'd hit it!" joke.

I don't know the internet anymore...

>>17409738
see >>17409651

I do not hit with my fist;
He who hits with his fist has forgotten the face of his father.
I hit with my heart.

>>17409725
Oh... space marines find passages alright...

Deep passages, at night, when they're not fighting an enemy.

Way of Hit, elusive for many.
Will tell you koan, for knowledge of great Path.

Nan-un, an orcish master during the Miji era received a human university professor who came to inquire about Hit.

Nan-un served punch. He poured his visitor's cup full, and then kept on pouring.

The professor watched the overflow until he no longer could restrain himself. "It is overfull. No more will go in!"

"Like this cup," Nan-un said, "you are full of your own opinions and speculations. How can I show you Hit, if you not let me punch?
And then he hit university professor in face
And he could not drink his punch, for his jaw had been hit"
The moral of this koan is, always expect the hit, never doubt the punch.

"Once when the wind was whipping the banner of a temple, the Sixth Patriarch of Hit witnessed two monks debating about it. One said the banner was moving, one said the wind was moving. They argued back and forth without attaining the principle, so the Patriarch said, 'This is not the movement of the wind, nor the movement of the banner, it is the movement of my fist.' The two monks were both struck."

>>17409737

Then one would need to learn self-moderation, so that hits didn't spill over into punch, punch into brawl, and brawl into mêlée. For that leads to guys that wish upon you a fate of stopping to have fun.

This is when you must hit their teeth hard, so that their boiling blood can cut through fate.

So it is written. He who has two huge fists will remake destiny, but upon doing so, time itself reverts to the point where he gained the two, so that he'll only have one, for the law of the universe only allows one.

I once came upon an angel in my travels. Prepared by my training, I withstood her magic. I withstood her beauty. I withstood her words. Not even god's chosen can lay their hands upon me.

But I could not withstand that ass.

So I hit it.

When one hits enough, hands become beaten and bloody. What does one do, then, when ones hands can no longer hit?

Answer is simple. Hit with feet.

The fist is the ultimate expression of a man's passion.
You hit he who would do you harm, so that he can do none.
You hit the door on the way out, saving the next.
You hit the streets, for there is where luck lies.
You hit the bars, the liquor, and the drunkard.
Then, young one, you come upon a woman. Below the belt, you'll find truth as the gods intended. Only a man can approach, and he'll make it his.
By hitting it.

Then, behold. Days will turn to years, but you'll be called upon in the moment of need. Your finest moment. For what?

So you can tell evil to go home and be a family man. All it took was one hit.

>>17409799
> I withstood her beauty
> I could not withstand that ass

So, I appear to not quite understand how words work. What is it about that ass that makes it not a subset of her beauty?

>>17409833

Beauty is all in the eye of the beholder. What is beautiful to one may not be so to the next, as the third decides to disagree with them both.

However, that ass shares on common attribute, a law of nature, if you will. You must hit it.

A fist of steel is good, but a fist of fist is better.

>>17409854
Except that I don't find it at all exceptional myself, therefore rendering your claim dubious at best. It may simply be that I've been desensitized because the internet is like that, but eh.

>>17409865

You misunderstand. That ass isn't that ass. It's simply a rule.

If it has an ass, you must hit it.

>>17409823
>Hao! Dai ye! We won again! This is good, but what is best in life?
>The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
>Wrong! Conan! What is best in life?
>To hit your enemies, see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentation of their women.
>That is good! That is good.

I have seen many kinds of hit in my life.

I have seen the punch. I ace seen the punch to the head, to the gut, to the ribs and to the heart.

I have seen the kick. I have seen the kick to the gut, the kick to the shin, the kick to the nuts, and the kick to the head.

I have seen the elbow, the palm and the spear hand. I have seen the hit made stronger with staff, with sai and with oar, with nunchaku and with tonfa.

I have seen over a thousand hits, each their own and yet part of the greater way of the hit.

But not one hit I have seen can defeat death. So do not hit recklessly, for once you die, you can no longer hit.

>>17409863
Very wise

Steel may help a hit

But it's not YOUR hit anymore- it is the steel's hit. Only a fist of fists will teach you the hit of hits.

They tell of a child prodigy.

Huang-shu-fuck-u, professional fister. He who makes the mountains tremble.
Punching his father's head clean off, as his mother delivered him into the world...

I fucking love you guys.

What is it that makes violence the perfect metaphor.

>>17409929

Without a fist, there can be no violence, for the fist is the driving force behind the hit, and hit is the violence.

A machine, while capable of great hits, was still fashioned by a fist.

Thus, there can be none without the fist.

>>17409929
When you find the answer to this, you will know the path of hit.

Through the path of hitting, I learned the way to the gods' abode, yet, they did not open their doors.

No matter how hard I hit, it wasn't enough. No fist could shatter those doors, no hit break the walls. Yet, for all my training, I had forgotten the simplest of solutions.

So it was that I closed my hand around the doorknob, and entered. Thinking me humbled, god greeted me with a smile.

My hit shattered his teeth.

The only way to overcome a superior hit is to use a faster fist.

>>17409929
Hit. Do not question.

I have found enlightenment in these teachings.
I hit you.

>>17409996
But isn't faster hit, a superior hit?

>>17410019
Hit. Do not question.

>>17410019

Yes, but to deliver either, you must have a fist. Once the hit's been launched, your fist is of no further consequence. Now, only a faster fist will allow you to punch out the punch.

So the fist matters, yet it doesn't. You must learn to fly like a butterfly, but hit like 10,000 golden fists, and if the unthinkable happens, have another, faster fist in reserve.

We call this...the twin-fisted monkey style.

>>17410019
There are different hits for different times

Sometimes Speed, sometimes Power, sometimes Accuracy

But the only way to find the true way is to hit, and hit, and hit again.

I would rather battle a man who's practiced 10,000 hits once, than a man who's practiced one hit 10,000 times.

The truest fist is one born out of ambition.

>>17410074
No

The truest ambition is born from fist

>>17410083

Perhaps the same could be said of all religions.

>>17410050
>>17410057
You spend too much time thinking of hit, and not hitting. You must hit more, and speak of hit less.

>>17410083
And thus have I reached enlightenment, and proceeded to hit it.

>>17410083
No.

The truest hit is born from fist. The truest fist is born from hit. These things are separate, but united.

Do not meditate on this.

Hit.

In days of old, two great masters of Hit met on the road. They gazed upon each other, and, knowing that they shared the same path, each proceeded to hit the other. As they looked upon their hits, the one found that the other had hit upon his fist, and the other found that the one had, too, hit upon his fist.

Such is the story of the first Brothers.

>>17410105
Hit is simple.
To solve a problem, you hit it.
And if that does not work...
Hit it again.
Hit it until it works.
Hit with your mind.
Hit with your body.
Hit with your spirit.
Hit with your anger.
Hit with your despair.
Hit with your hope.
Hit with all of your being.
Put all of these things into Hit.
And Hit will solve anything.

A wise man once said 'if you are trapped, and only have an inch to prepare your fist, despair not. Hit!'

You're beyond that. If you cannot prepare your fist, how do you proceed? I'll tell you.

You must hit before you became unprepared in the first place. Sha-ra-lai, the intercepting fist.

And this, friends, is why I love Monks.

Your consciousness may be raised by lowering the consciousness of others.

Only one who destroys with every hit has the right to be called 'son.'

Perhaps this thread should hit the archives.

>>17410370

I hit my father in the face, for his was not the way of the fist.
I hit my brother in the face, for his was not a mind blessed with quickness.
I hit the mountain, for it refused to move.
I hit the temple, for demanding I pay heed to their gods.
I hit the monk, for his was a life spent meditating.
I hit the king, for wealth is no ward against the way of the fist.
I hit god, for god was not my god.

I hit Kenshiro, but I was already dead.

please for the love of hit, archive this thread!

The act of hit is fleeting, and lasts but only a moment.

What has been hit is forever changed.

A hit brings life and death equally.

This hand of mine is burning with an awesome power…

It’s burning grip tells me to defeat you!!

Archives have been hit.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17409405/

>>17410498

Oblivion is an obstacle.

This thread will not die.

I hit reply

>>17412220

Things are all impermanent. Hitting, while necessary, only shortens the path to oblivion.

>>17412220
I hit. Submit.

Hit

A student of Hit often found himself being laid out on the training field by an elder student. Bruised and suffering, he went to the Master and asked for enlightenment.

The Master looked at him and said "To defeat the hit, you must hit as it desires to be struck. Only then will you know enlightenment and victory."

From this, the discipline of the counterpunch was born- to know the Hit as it is delivered, then to Hit the Hit and thus defeat it with your superior skill.

this is the best thread

I love each and every one of you

Hit.

>Good weapons are unfortunate instruments.
>People hate them. So someone with Tao does not rely on them . . .
>Weapons are unfortunate instruments, and not the wise man's instruments.
>When he uses them because there is no other choice,
>he stresses straight-forwardness and, in victory, does not praise himself.
Students of Hit would make weapons of themselves.