endings

[Greg]

Some children were playing beside a river. They made castles of sand, and each child defended his castle and said, "This one is mine." They kept their castles separate and would not allow any mistakes about which was whose. When the castles were all finished, one child kicked over someone else's castle and completely destroyed it. The owner of the castle flew into a rage, pulled the other child's hair, struck him with his fist and bawled out, "He has spoiled my castle! Come along all of you and help me to punish him as he deserves." The others all came to his help. They beat the child with a stick and then stamped on him as he lay on the ground.... Then they went on playing in their sand castles, each saying, "This one is mine; no one else may have it. Keep away! Don't touch my castle!" But evening came; it was getting dark and they thought they ought to be going home. No one now cared what became of his castle. One child stamped on his, another pushed his over with both hands. Then they turned and went back, each to his home.
EVERYTHING ENDS

[jimbo]

Bummer

[Comer]

Bummer

[dvnt]

I hadn't read this before. It's a wonderful anecdote. What is it's relation to Buddhism?

[Greg]

written by OSHO who is buddhist. One of buddhism's messages is that everything ends

[yan9085]

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