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12月19日 The Blind People and The Elephant
This is an old Hindu fable about a group of blind people who come across various different parts of an elephant. Each one grabs a piece and starts to describe their impression of how the entire animal would be. The first blind person grabs a leg of the animal and proclaims with satisfaction: "It is tall straight and big; the creature must be like a tree." "No, no you fool! It is like a hard, thin rope!" indicated the one having examined the tail. "Both of you could not be further from the truth. For you see;" says the third, who holds the elephant’s ear. "It is more like a huge, flat, leathery leaf." Scoffing, the fourth declares, "How can you all be both blind and stupid? An elephant is most obviously like a very thick and flexible, strong snake!" — this, of course, from the one holding the trunk. Of course none of the four had any realistic idea of what the elephant truly was as a whole. Each person had their own partly true judgment of the giant animal. Yet none alone was sufficient as to fully understand the mystery of its being. The elephant is a metaphor for Life and its entire vastly mysterious entirety. In addition, the four blind people symbolize the numerous views of perception; religion, philosophy, science, art, etc. Each vein of perception carries a tiny piece of relevance. And similar to the blind people, we are all tempted to mistake that relevance as the whole truth. Just Rest
Once there was a man who hated his own shadow. When he walked and found that his shadow was close behind him, he began to walk faster and faster. But the faster he moved, the closer his shadow came. So he ran like a madman.. and in the end, he dropped dead. Those who do not understand the Dao are just like the man who hated his shadow. It is actually very easy to be rid of one’s shadow — just rest under a tree. Just rest. The Real Meaning Of Peace
There once was a king who offered a prize to the artist who would paint the best picture of peace. Many artists tried. The king looked at all the pictures. But there were only two he really liked, and he had to choose between them. One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. All who saw this picture thought that it was a perfect picture of peace. The other picture had mountains, too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightning played. Down the side of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall. This did not look peaceful at all. But when the king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest - in perfect peace. Which picture do you think won the prize? The king chose the second picture. Do you know why? “Because,” explained the king, “peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.” |
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