Monk: Master, what is Tao?

Zen master, Tosan: A dragon singing in the dry wood.

Monk: I wonder whether there is anybody who can hear this.

Tosan: There is no one in the entire world who does not hear this.

Monk: I don’t know what kind of composition the dragon’s song is.

Tosan: I also do not know, but all who hear it lose themselves.

(Think of it as fear, delusion, misdirection)