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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459684" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How to quarrel</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were two monks who<br>shared a cell in perfect amity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet they, concerned to perfect their compassion<br>for all humankind, wished to know all<br>mankind’s troubles. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mankind, said the one, <br>seems always to be quarrelling –<br>always too ready to pick some fight -<br>how can this be? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seems, said the other, that in order to<br>assert their selfhood and to be ‘somebody’, <br>they must then invent an enemy, <br>who seeks to take something from them<br>that they deserve to have…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so then, they can allot<br>a ‘mine’ and ‘thine’, and pick<br>a violent quarrel to prove<br>their right to be themselves…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">they’ll find anything so to label –<br>‘my tribe, your tribe’—even though<br>to anyone else, they seem the same –</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my religion, your religion – though God is unaware<br>of any such division or allegiance; or when they’re<br>really desperate for something to fight about, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘my postcode public territory, <br> your postcode public territory’…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh dear Lord, said the other monk, <br>how can we have compassion<br>for these suffering souls? We’ve never had<br>a quarrel…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we must invent one, said<br>the first monk: suppose I draw a line<br>in chalk along the floor of our cell..<br>and then we’ll call one side, my space, <br>the other yours…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this he did. Now, he said, <br>we can have a quarrel: look, <br>I’m standing in your half of the room…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No you’re not, said the other, <br>it’s not my half…yes it is, we’ve agreed, <br>said the one…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh very well then, take it … you win! <br>said the other.. But there’s<br>nothing to take! said the first…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The two monks sat and sighed.<br>They would never know how<br>human kind could ever own<br>anything worth the quarrel over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How difficult a holy life can be.<br>Have compassion, then, for the plight<br>of those two monks…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Based on a story from the <br>early days of the Desert Fathers]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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shared a cell in perfect amity.

Yet they, concerned to perfect their compassion
for all humankind, wished to know all
mankind’s troubles. 

Mankind, said the one, 
seems always to be quarrelling –
always too ready to ..."></div>
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