Death carries off a man busy picking flowers with an besotted mind, like a great flood does a sleeping village.
Gautama BuddhaRead
Rage is a powerful energy that with diligent practice can be transformed into fierce compassion. However much we disagree with our enemies, our task is to identify with them. They too feel justified in their point of view.
Interpretation
Rage can be channeled into compassion through understanding and practice.
This quote suggests that rage, while a strong emotion, can be redirected into a positive force such as compassion. It emphasizes the importance of recognizing that even those we consider enemies have their own justifications and perspectives, urging us to empathize and connect with them despite our disagreements.
In practice
In a talk about conflict resolution, one might say, 'As Buddha reminds us, rage can transform into compassion if we strive to understand one another's perspectives.'
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