Gutei cut off his student’s finger, put it in a bowl of chili, sued the restaurant, got two million in a settlement, divided the booty, fifty-fifty, with his freaked-out pot-head student and called it satori. Twenty years later, on his deathbed in Macau, flanked by beautiful tanned boys, he issued his last email to the world: The finger, the finger. I give you the finger. Ha ha ha ha!