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“First of all, Buddhism is neither pessimistic nor optimistic. If anything at all, it is realistic, for it takes a realistic view of life and the world. It looks at things objectively (yathābhūtam). It does not falsely lull you into living in a fool's paradise, nor does it frighten and agonize you with all kinds of imaginary fears and sins. It tells you exactly and objectively what you are and what the world around you is, and shows you the way to perfect freedom, peace, tranquility and happiness.”

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Book:What the Buddha Taught
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What the Buddha Taught

This book delves into the fundamental teachings of the Buddha, covering topics such as the Four Noble Truths, the Eightfold Path, and the nature of suffering. It provides insights into the historical context and the evolution of Buddhist thought, offering readers a deeper understanding of the principles that underpin this ancient spiritual tradition. more

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Walpola Rahula
Walpola Rahula

Walpola Rahula, born in 1907, was a renowned Sri Lankan writer known for his works on Buddhist philosophy and meditation practices. His writings have been widely appreciated by readers. more

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