> Years ago a wealthy retired Jewish businessman I knew, asked
> "Do you know how I worship my God?"
> But then, before I could anwer him, he turned aside and
> declared, gesturing towards his front garden,
> "There! Through my garden!".
> Indeed, he certainly had a most beautiful, flower-adorned
This is similar to the story told I think by Alan Watts about DT Suzuki at a world religous conference in the early 60's. The conference theme was some unwieldy subject like the ultimate good, that speaker after speaker got up and expounded on. When it came Suzuki's turn, he demurred, saying he didn't understand the question and instead talked about his garden in Kyoto, thereby demonstrating what others only talked around.