Mahakasyapa
"'Does anyone here know about Mahakasyapa?'
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"Several hands were raised. He pointed his finger at a little girl in a blue skirt and a necklace of shells sitting in the front row.
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"'You tell us, Amiya.'
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"Breathlessly and with a lisp, Amiya began.
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"'Mahakathyapa,' she said, 'wath the only one of the dithipleth that underthtood what the Buddha wath talking about.'
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"'And what was he talking about?'
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"'He wathn't talking. That'th why they didn't underthtand.'
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"'But Mahakasyapa understood what he was talking about even though he wasn't talking—is that it?'
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"The little girl nodded. That was it exactly. 'They thought he wath going to preatth a thermon,' she said, 'but he didn't. He jutht picked a flower and held it up for everybody to look at.'
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"'And that was the sermon,' shouted a small boy in a yellow loincloth, who had been wriggling in his seat, hardly able to contain his desire to impart what he knew. 'But nobody could underthand that kind of a thermon. Nobody but Mahakathyapa.'
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"'So what did Mahakasyapa say when the Buddha held up that flower?'
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"'Nothing!' the yellow loincloth shouted triumphantly.
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"'He jutht thmiled,' Amiya elaborated. 'And that thowed the Buddha that he underthtood what it wath all about. So he thmiled back, and they jutht that there, thmiling and thmiling.'
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"'What Buddha was implying and what Mahakasyapa understood was that one can't speak these teachings, one can only be them.'" — Aldous Huxley; Island, p. 265-267
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