One day when the Buddha was sitting on grasses in a grove, a little deer came about very close to him and showed its friendliness. The Buddha first was> dearly to the little deer a little bit, then he grasped a little stick next to ...
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That's special precisely because it's not special. Life is a forever arising, 'hu' - the sound of God, 'man' - form - the sound of God in form, that's what's special.