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:: Monday, April 17, 2006 ::
Truth is all around us. But it's not necessarily together, all in one place, linear, obvious, or exclusive of other truth. It can be recognized sometimes in the smallest suggestion or happenstance. One of my favorite stories is by the Sufi author Idries Shaw, from Tales of the Mullah Nasrudin. It goes something like this:
The Mullah Nasrudin was walking along a road, his donkey laden with grapes to sell at market. As he walked, local children circled him, crying out for a cool taste or a small handful. Tired of defending his load, the Mullah thought quickly. "Look, children, run along into the city! A huge feast is being given just now by the sheik, free to all!" And the children scurried down the road toward the city. After a moment of thought, the Mullah leapt up onto the donkey's back and hurried after them, saying to himself, "Well, it just MIGHT be true after all!"
Now begins my first week of vacation for 2006. I'm hoping that, at least as a byproduct of what I hope to accomplish this week, I will come upon some recognizable truth.
:: Anne 9:37 AM [smartass remarks] ::
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