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Brisbane 2. 1. 2008 [Revised April 2009]

The separation occurs every time we think the first or me first mine. Simple as that.

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The separation occurs every time we think we are cuter, sexier, smarter, richer, sweeter, more understanding ... more ... more than the person in the queue in front of us.

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The separation occurs every time we think we are more deserving than someone else.

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The separation occurs when you think that as we act in the interests of our children, our families, our friends, we can get someone, anyone, how to get whatever we are after .

At its ugliest, it is often the most graphics on the big screen:

Separation brings images of looters in the wake of the disaster.

The separation is contrary images of people * Nice hustle each other in the way, trampling each other to get to horde what they think they need to survive - they want for themselves and their family - they want at the expense of someone else in the family.

The separation is for a child over another, at home and in the classroom.

The separation is to take a look at someone and, on their face value, we can not decide whether "connect", while we actively, if not, continue the separation.

Separation is the thought that we are good and just because we take care of our loved ones while - perhaps - to donate to a cause that tugs at the strings of our heart, but the closure of our heart energy that we move homeless shelters nestled in a grungy.

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As Proverbs 3:17 p.m., who said: Better a dinner of herbs where love of a stalled ox and hatred with it is a parable that Deputy me by Moriya, an adaptation of Segal interpretation Erel, which offers a shortcut to greater understanding of universal love and the concept of non-separation.

Once upon a time there was a wealthy merchant who wanted to change his karma by preparing a feast for the local poor. He had two of his best oxen slaughtered. He sent servants to the market and others to find flowers to decorate the great hall where he had to know the miserable. He also brought in a group of good musicians.

The evening was approaching, he surveyed all he had conjured up and felt swollen with pride. Only a really rich man could produce such a feast. Only a truly good man would bother going through so much trouble for the wretched of the city.

During dinner, however, as he looked around the splendor that was given to these wretches, he began to complain of dirty rough folk, who had invaded the main hall as an army of rats. His mind begins a count of the money they had cost him.

Why, he thought I might have gone through the same difficulties, but I invite my dearest friends instead. Or I might have entertained me equal, or even the creditors, I need to hold in high esteem, instead of wasting all these creatures are so miserable that they cursed by God can not help them same-same.

And these thoughts created such a disturbance in his mind that by the end of dinner, he could no longer bear the sight of these poor drink his wine, licking his lips and looking good cheer to the sounds of her music.

Suddenly, he rose. With beeps of his hands, he muted the musicians. His guards returned the poor in the streets.

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At its simple interpretation, the moral of this tale is simply that it is better to give someone a single meal, even a dinner of herbs *, but treat them with love, respect, therefore, than go beyond our comfort zones and blame them for what they represent that in the short and long term, can have no other result than to duplicate the resentment on their part.

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