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When you meet the Buddha
There is an old zen koan, a paradoxical riddle to move out of the logical brain and invoke enlightenment. When you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him. And I'm kind of loving it right now.
Who are we without our stories?
So if we aren't our stories, who are we? As I mentioned last week, we are here, in the present, as a result of our collected experiences. They have influenced us, and it is easy to see them as the only truth of our existence.