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The abbot overheard the comment and said to the commenter, "You speak of a parade, but I see you've built your own."
"What parade?" asked the commenter.
"The one where you march the most extreme images through your mind daily, celebrating your outrage."
The commenter protested, "But these things actually happen!"
The abbot nodded. "In a city of millions, you can find someone doing anything. A wise person asks: why do I seek out what disturbs me? Why do I make the exception into the rule?"
He pointed to a compost heap. "When you look at the garden, do you see only the decomposing corner? Or do you see the thousand flowers?"
The commenter fell silent.
"The mind that searches for filth will always find it," the abbot continued. "But tell me - when you close your eyes at night, whose parade troubles your sleep? Theirs, or the one you've created?"
Your fortune: Good Luck
