about the one-eyed and ugliest monkey in the monke

About loyalty to the mundane
We immediately think of Buddha and his story about the ugliest monkey in the pack.
So the relative of Buddha loved his spouse very much, so he did not want to go with Buddha.
But he persuaded him just to look and showed him the heavenly maidens.
And before that the spouse of this relative salivated her finger and put a dot on his forehead as a memory.
So Buddha showed him the maidens and he said: “My beloved wife is like the ugliest one-eyed monkey in a pack of monkeys in comparison with them.
I was mistaken, there is nothing beautiful in her, !in comparison!, with the heavenly models.

Oh, comparative features!
The drooling spot on his forehead was just drying up.
Life truly is suffering. (it's a basic tenet learned under the Bodhi tree)
It seemed like a long time to him, but it was only a minute,
and there was no trace of his vows of love left on his heated forehead.

Are you the best? There's always someone better than you.
Are you fast? I'm faster because I know there's someone faster than me.

(What “why did I shoot him”? I imagined an Italian western with me as the protagonist.
There was no western and there was no question of anything like that?
Oh, please, I'm sorry!
He might still be alive. I was just faster. It's a misunderstanding. I apologize. Rest in peace, friend.)

So, comparative characterization is an insidious thing.
We will deal with it later, and we will convene a consilium of linguists, philosophers and poets to finally clarify the mechanism of triggering the trap.
Of course, they're all dead in the consilium, have you ever met a linguist anywhere alive?)
Yes, we will all die, and that means the most interesting things are just ahead of us.
Yes, don't relax too much.
no, it's not a “matter of faith”.

But the story of the one-eyed, scariest monkey in the monkey pack.
Pretty girl, coo-coo, I think you're betting your wazoo on the wrong thing.
That's because slobbery loyalty oaths dry up fast.
Yeah, and heavenly modeling agencies are no match for earthly ones.
What? They put up with it all their lives and died on the same day? That's when it all came out.

(I didn't write that, it's probably Buddha instructing everyone on the path to enlightenment.
And it honestly sounds terribly outrageous. (And stop eating meat, by the way. I eat only sea clams, that doesn't count.)
But it's not my fault,
I'm just a humble quick-shooter and a parrot - what I hear, I repeat.)


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