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Reflections on Buddhism

There is, I understand, just the slimmest possibility that I am not the utmost centre of the universe. I have noticed, on occasion, that when passing the apple tree in my garden the apples have the audacity to fall directly downwards towards the ground. It would appear that my comprehension of Newton’s theory of gravity must be sadly mistaken since, as centre of the universe, surely the apple should have fallen towards me? Practice, like, apples, has a tendency to remind me of this fact. Sometimes it does so moment by moment; sometimes it does so day by day; but one thing is certain: it does so. Practice, for me, means embracing the joyously painful fact that there is always another way.

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