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The Buddha Taught That All Life Is Suffering. We Might Also Say That Life, Being Both Attractive And Constantly Dangerous, Is Intoxicating And Ultimately Toxic. 'toxic' Comes From Toxicon, Pendell Tells Us, With A Root Meaning Of 'a Poisoned Arrow.' All Organic Life Is Struck By The Arrows Of Real And Psychic Poisons. This Is Understood By Any True, That Is To Say, Not Self-deluding, Spiritual Path.

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The Buddha Taught That

Gary Snyder

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The Buddha Taught That All Life Is Suffering. We Might Also Say That Life, Being Both Attractive And Constantly Dangerous, Is Intoxicating And Ultimately Toxic. 'toxic' Comes From Toxicon, Pendell Tells Us, With A Root Meaning Of 'a Poisoned Arrow.' All Organic Life Is Struck By The Arrows Of Real And Psychic Poisons. This Is Understood By Any True, That Is To Say, Not Self-deluding, Spiritual Path.

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