O monks, even if you have insight that is pure and clear but you cling to
it, fondle it and treasure it, depend on it and are attached to it, then you
do not understand...
continue...
Posted on May.22.2008 @ 03:43PM EDTbySnibbler
One day Ituhbus, in a mood of sublime fullness, was sitting under a tree. Flowers began to fall about him.
"We are praising you for your discourse on fullness," the gods whispered to him.
"But I have not spoken of fullness," said Subhuti.
"You have not spoken of fullness, we have not heard fullness," responded the gods. "This is truly booring." And blossoms showered upon Ituhbus as snow.