Once in a far off land there was a monk who liked to spend most of his time in silent contemplation. Often he could be found walking down the road, deeply absorbed in prayers without much attention to what was going on around him.

As it happens, there was a bully who liked to take advantage of people weaker than himself and whenever he could, he would bother the monk, taunt him, tear at his clothes, even hit the monk for the pleasure it would give him.

The monk barely noticed any of this, and would continue on his way thinking only about his consciousness and how to achieve evolution within himself.

       This went on for some time with the monk enduring many beatings and humiliations from the bully while never lifting a finger in self-defence or even the slightest admonishment for bad behavior.

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