The moon, the Thief and the Hermit

High on a mountain, lived this here hermit.
Well, come one night he was sitting, drunk, singin' to the moon
when along came this here thief.
The thief stole his whiskey and his rags, beat him with a club until
he screamed like a baby and cried like a littl' girl!

Next 'morn the hermit, one cave down and to the right , came along up to his cave and say to him:
"Hey bro, here you 'sposed to be the sagest of the sages, the mos' venerable of tha venerables, divorced from the world, free of all attachment, above it all, loose from all mundane illusion, ya da, ya da, ya da, but here you be, when the thief beat you, screamin' like a baby and cry'en like a littl' girl! Uncool, man, uncool!"

He said right back at him;
"Yo bro, Cool, I be cool, you don't know cool, you don't understand cool! Yes I screamed like a baby and cried like a littl' girl but you never ever heard anybody any time any where any place, scream like a baby and cry like a littl' girl any better than I did, now did you?"

Sumi-e
Ink on 'rice' paper, unmounted. 13 by 20 inches