Our book club started reading Nasreddin Hodja stories to lighten things up but now we just argue about whether they're profound or pointless and I think we've forgotten how to sit with mystery together without needing to solve it.
More people experience this than they realize.
The very stories meant to restore playfulness have become another battlefield for being right, missing the point entirely.
“Where Are You with Nasreddin Hodja's stories — wisdom through absurdity?”
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