"one day subhuti, in a mood of sublime emptiness, was sitting under a tree.
Flowers began to fall about him. 'we are praising you for your discourse on emptiness', the gods whispered to him.
'but i have not spoken of emptiness', said subhuti. 'you have not spoken of emptiness, we have not heard of emptiness', responded the gods.
and blossoms showered upon subhuti as rain."