>>40582060 (OP)>not sure if it is genuine Buddhism or a Westernized versionImagine the following: on your travels you come upon the unfathomable: the edge of the world. Not even in the "flat earth" sense, just a place that seems like it shouldn't be reachable because there is an edge, but you still did come here via normal roads, at most one or two turns you're not quite sure how or where they went. However, you are here now, and upon looking around, you discover an enormous poultry farm, perpetually producing and dispensing staggering amounts of chicken onto a conveyor belt stretching as far as you can see, along which various Waldos and other machines and contraptions load what you can only describe as "a giant's fistful" of feathery, clucking, growling, and cackling biomass into the most striking parts of this whole assembly: small sky-scraper sized trebuchets, dozens, if not hundreds of them, line the impossible edge of the world you viscerally *know* must a sphere, and every few moments all of the trebutchets in sequence fire their load of chickens into the void. Beholden to the magnificent terror of this outrageous display, it takes a while -- moments, minutes, millenia, all pale in the face of the avian absurdity in front of you -- before you notice a single sign, marred with dust and feathers and guano; steeling yourself, you wipe it clean, and read the sentence that finally, conclusively breaks you:
To get to the other side