The Beauty of "As Is"
So I tell the story of Krishna the butter thief to some of my classes. It goes like this:
Krishna is the incarnation of Vishnu born to avenge an evil king who had killed off all of his earthly brothers and sisters. To protect him, he was sent to live with an adoptive family. They didn’t know who he was but they knew he was unusual. He was blue, for one thing, and would say these strange wise things. But he was also an, active mischievous boy who loved to eat butter more than anything else. He would sneak into houses and eat the butter and break the pots. Like, not polite it about it at all. One day he was caught and his mother tried to get him to open his mouth because it was full of butter. But when he opened it what she saw was the universe.