RE: LeoThread 2025-07-22 16:38

Here's an old Buddhist story I think about often:

Imagine someone is struck by a poisoned arrow. A doctor is called to remove the arrow, but the man stops him.
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'Not so fast! Before you remove it, I want to know who shot me. What town or village does he come from? What kind of wood was his bow made from? Was it a crossbow or a longbow?'
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While he asks the questions, the poison takes hold and he dies.
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Like the man in the story, we occasionally get shot with the poisoned arrows of life. But ruminating too much on the nature of those arrows is unlikely to help.