It is written that on one occasion Notire Basura came upon a monk who was 
busily inserting his little finger in his nostril and digging about. 

"Are you looking for something?" Notire inquired. 

"I am seeking my soul," the monk replied, testily. 

"And finding your soul, " Notire asked, " what will you do with it?" 

"I will teach Zen to all who will listen," the monk said. 

"I cannot hear you," Notire said, passing on.