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"When one experiences truth, the madness of finding faults with others disappears" - S.N. Goenka.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
It was summer in Sicily. Like kids all over the world, my brother and I spent warm, sun-drenched days playing outside. We made mud pies with dirt the color of dried up orange peels. We captured bugs to lure wild geckos from their hideouts, climbed the tops of fruit trees that stretched for acres, and rode bikes down dirt roads. Unlike most kids in 1984, our dirt roads were in the beautiful Sicilian countryside that led to ancient abandoned castles. The mornings would pass until everyday at noon the bells would clang. It was our cue to run to the fence and watch the herd of sheep pass. They followed each other with their heads low. Defeated and lost they moved slowly and deliberately, one after the other without any will of their own. I looked at them with sadness and thought how horrible it must be to be a sheep, always having to follow a herd.