ABSTRACT
A sick man asked Sengai to write something for the continued prosperity of his family, to be treasured from generation to generation. The Master wrote: – Father dies, son dies, grandson dies. The sick rich man was indignant. – Is that what you write for the happiness of my family? A tasteless joke! – No joke intended, said Sengai – if your son would die before you, that would be very sad. If your grandson would die before you and your son, you would be brokenhearted. If your family dies in the order I have written down, isn’t that prosperity and happiness?
