have a old drunk that lives above me. I like him and we talk from time to time. So, I came straight home after the meeting last night. When I pulled into the parking lot, I noticed that he was stumbling around outside his front door. I thought to myself that he must be drunk again. So, I parked the car and walked to the trunk of the car to get my bag out. Normally, I keep my work bag in the car but for some reason, I chose to put it in the trunk when I got out to go to the Thursday Social.

The Buddha asked Malunkyaputta to imagine a man who had been wounded by a poisoned arrow. The Buddha told him to them imagine that the wounded man’s friends and relatives sent for a surgeon but when the surgeon arrives, the wounded man says: ‘I will not let the surgeon pull out this arrow until I know whether the man who wounded me was a noble or a brahmin (priest), or a merchant or a worker…tall, short, or middle height…brown or golden-skinned…whether he lives in such a village or town or city…whether the bow that wounded me was a long bow or a cross bow…’ and so on.