And then making prostrations. It's another thing we do with the body. Roshi Kapleau used to call it horizontal Ising, the master of ego. So helpful. Just get our forehead down on the ground. Sixth Patriarch waning said, the object of bowing is to break the curtain of self intoxication. So why not put your head as low as the ground? Cherishing pride is committing a crime while forgetting your merit, brings joy beyond measure brings joy to get out of the whole competitive performance, mind state to abandon our pride, put the head down on the ground. There's a story I want to read. It's from Hobbes right in your con was a Sufi teacher 20th century Sufi teacher. His daughter is also well known, she was a member of the resistance in World War Two in France, and ended up being killed by the Germans. But the father was a very well known Sufi teacher. And he tells his story. There was once a young man who was the son of a famous teacher, teacher had a number of pupils from all over India. Not only was he a very great teacher himself, but he had trained many other teachers. In fact, in nearly every village in town, there was by now a teacher who had been one of his disciples, of course, the son of his had received all kinds of attentions. Now the son, when still a boy, one day had a dream. And in this dream, he saw himself visiting all the saints, he dreamt that there was a great gathering of saints and spiritual teachers and masters. He was accompanying his father. But whereas his father was admitted to the gathering, he himself was not allowed in. He felt this as a severe humiliation. So when he woke up next morning, he went to his father and he said, I've had a very unhappy vision. For although I went with you to this gathering, you were allowed in, and I was not. His father replied, This is a true message for you. To enter the spiritual path, it is not enough for you to be my son, is necessary for you to become someone's disciple. You have to learn what discipleship means. But the son kept thinking to himself, I am the son of a great teacher. From childhood, I have learned so many things, I have inherited my father's knowledge, however great any teacher, or however great any teacher was, yet, when he met my father, he paid him such respect, such great respect. There cannot be anything better in these teachers than there is in me. So he thought he should stay with his father and said, Can there be anyone better than you, Father, that I should become someone else's disciple? But as father answered, No, I am no use for that. You must have some other person who is suitable for this person for this purpose. Who asked the young man, teacher replied, that pupil of mine, who was a peasant, and who is teaching among peasants, go to him and be initiated by him. Son was very surprised. That pupil at four he knew that this teacher was not well educated, he was illiterate. He was not of high birth, he had no special reputation. He was not famous in any way. He was just living in a village and humble guys, for all that his father sent him there. So he traveled on foot, not very willingly, till he came to the village where this peasant lived. It so happened that this man was on his way on horseback from his own farm to another, and he saw the young man coming towards him. When the young man came near and bowed before him, the teacher looked down on him and said, not enough. There upon the young man bowed to his knees. The peasant teacher said again, not enough that he bowed down to his feet. And still the teacher said, not enough. So the young man bowed down once more, this time to the horse's feet, touching the horse's hoof, whereupon the peasant teacher said to him, you can go back now, you've had your training.