Written by Peter Robinson
There's a story I once heard that I particularly like. It's about a farmer in ancient China who hears about a great wise man in a neighboring province, a man who is called "The Buddha." This farmer decides to go and seek this great man's advice. So he kisses his wife, and hugs his children, and then sets off, walking on foot.
It takes him two weeks, sweating one day under grueling heat, freezing the next in heavy thunderstorms, and all the while suffering blisters, hunger, and the stinging bites of insects. When he finally arrives, he finds a huge encampment with people as far as the eye can see, all of whom have traveled from all across the land to see this great man. He has to wait for an entire month to get in.
