There was a lay punk living in a village. The villager left the village to visit a master punk to inquire about enlightenment. After going to a very remote place and scaling a very tall mountain the villager found the punk house of the master punk and spoke with the master punk.
“I want to not give a fuck about anything. How do you do it?”
“It sounds like you give a fuck about not giving a fuck. And why would you give a fuck what I think?”
The villager, disappointed, set out on the long journey back home. About halfway home, the villager encountered the Buddha walking in the forest.
“Where are you going?” Asked the villager.
“I haven’t a god damned clue” said the Buddha. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I thought you’d say something deep and I’d become enlightened upon hearing your words. We’re in a koan after all!”
“What’s a koan?”
“You know, ‘if you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him’ that kind of stuff.”
“What now?!”
In truth, none of this was actually happening. The villager had become severely dehydrated and was delirious. But the Buddha actually did walk by, with chopped wood and water, as is typical of buddhas. And the Buddha used the water to save the villager’s life.
In good health now, the villager sat contemplating all that happened.
“I don’t get it. What does it mean?” the villager finally said.
The Buddha was reclining by a roaring fire. After some consideration the Buddha replied: “‘it’ is a third-person, neuter pronoun.”