Put yourself on Mazu's cushion. You're alone in the meditation hall. You're really into it, deep in samadhi or whatever, everything quiet and calm. (And, of course, your peers aren't around. Ego satisfaction is sweet, isn't it?)
Then the Zen master walks in and says, "What the fuck are you doing in here on such a nice day?"* To make matters worse, he gets a clay tile and starts scraping it with a rock. Imagine the noise! Imagine your anger.
To complete your humiliation, the old fellow tells you that you're wasting your time. Unless you're a roof tile yourself, you're gonna get pissy.
Yesterday she wrote (for the second time), "I said it before and I'll say it again: The questions isn't why [or what], but for whom?"
I'm pretty confident that once his initial irritation passed, Mazu understood Nanyue's inner meaning. I'm grateful to Judy for her persistence but less confident that I really understand her meaning.
For whom do we practice?
Good question, eh?
*Nanyue was originally from Philadelphia.