A Lens on Racism

A lens on racism. Gotama Bhudda, when he was a young prince, was oblivious to to the suffering of the world. There was a prophesy about him, that when he saw an old man, a sick man, and a dead man, he would be set on his way to enlightenment. His parents were fearful of this prophesy, and worked hard to shield him from these things, and with abundant wealth, they did it very well. To release Gotama, the latest of the Buddhas (according to the Mahayana sect), many gods crawled out of the sky to become the old, the sick, and the dead. One god also became a hermit, to provide the prince with a functional path. The many gods did this because they too wanted release and enlightenment, and in so doing, the Bhudda of our time left his home to fulfill his destiny. Tonight, I passed a man who was not of my race, not of my skin color, but his eyes were full of tears. I don't know why. He wanted to shake my hand, and I extended it to him gladly. He walked on, and after a few seconds, I called after him, "I'm sorry." He did not pause. It drew this parable to mind. John 10:34: Is it not written in your law, I said: "You are gods?" Who are you in this parable, the parent, the god, the unaesthetic, or the prince? As for myself, I don't know.