Once upon a time, in a certain town there was a coffin maker who opened and was running a store where he sold the coffins he made himself to the customers in the neighborhood. The popuplation in the town increased day-by-day.
As pointed out Buddhism comes in many flavors and many isms. I like all ice creams, but only can eat one at a time. As a scholar I also like words but can only use one at a time. Many times I am confused on what flavor I am eating and of what ism my words reflect.
But never fear, I have the Rustics of the world to help me.
My friend, could you tell me what is the difference between a Bodhisattva, Arahant and Aryian and does