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ise at any moment to submerge one. Rahula’s advice was well worth heeding—he should not rest on any laurels. The Buddha’s teaching<br />

should be practiced continuously.<br />

One afternoon, as he sat outside his hut at Jetavana monastery, the Buddha t<strong>old</strong> the younger bhikkhus a story to remind them to observe<br />

and master their six senses and not allow themselves to be lost in forgetfulness. The Buddha recounted, “One day a falcon swooped down<br />

and caught a young quail in her talons. As she flew back into the sky, the quail began to cry. He chastised himself for wandering away from<br />

where his parents had t<strong>old</strong> him to stay—‘If only I had listened to my parents, I would not be in this predicament.’<br />

“The falcon asked, ‘And where did your parents tell you to stay, you runt?’ The quail answered, ‘In the newly plowed field.’<br />

“To the quail’s surprise, the falcon said, ‘I can catch any quail I want anytime I want. I will return you to that field and offer you one<br />

more hour of life. I will be looking for you, and in just an hour I will catch you, break your little neck, and eat you at once.’ And the falcon<br />

swooped down again and released the quail in the newly plowed field.<br />

“Surprisingly, the young quail immediately climbed up on a mound of newly plowed earth and began to taunt the falcon. ‘Hey, falcon,<br />

why wait an hour? Why don’t you fly back down and try to catch me right now?’<br />

“Angered, the falcon tucked her wings close to her sides and shot down at full speed. But the quail quickly ducked for cover in the<br />

furrow beneath the mound of earth, and the falcon missed the quail and landed with such force that she broke her breastbone and was<br />

killed instantly.<br />

“Bhikkhus, you must dwell in mindfulness at all times and master your six senses. When you leave mindfulness, you enter the domain of<br />

Mara, and danger is unavoidable.”<br />

Svasti was encouraged by the number of sincere and talented young bhikkhus in the Buddha’s sangha. One day he was invited with<br />

several other monks to the home of a layperson named Citta, who lived in the village Macchikasanda. It was on this outing that Svasti<br />

learned how bright one of these young bhikkhus was. Lay disciple Citta was well known for his devotion to the teaching. Because of his<br />

large and generous heart, he was deeply loved by the people just as lay devotee Anathapindika was loved. Citta enjoyed inviting senior<br />

disciples to his home in order to offer them food and ask them questions on the Dharma. On this particular day, he had invited ten senior<br />

monks and two young monks, Svasti and Isidatta. After the monks were finished eating, Citta bowed to them respectfully and then asked if<br />

he could sit before them on a low stool.<br />

He asked them the following question, “Respected Venerables, I have heard the Brahmajala Sutra in which the Buddha discusses the<br />

sixty-two false views of contemporary sects. I have also heard the questions raised by members of other sects concerning life, death, and<br />

the soul, such as: is the world finite or infinite, temporal or everlasting, are body and mind one or two, will the Tathagata still exist after his<br />

death or cease to exist, will he both exist and cease to exist, or will he neither exist nor cease to exist. Venerables, what gives rise to these<br />

esoteric kinds of views and questions?”<br />

Not one of the bhikkhus ventured to answer Citta’s question, even after he repeated it three times. Svasti was embarrassed, and felt his<br />

ears turning warm. Suddenly Isidatta spoke. He turned towards the senior bhikkhus and asked, “Respected elders, may I respond to lay<br />

disciple Citta’s question?”<br />

The senior monks answered, “Bhikkhu, you may answer his question if you wish.”<br />

Turning back towards Citta, Isidatta said, “Sir, such views and questions arise because people still cling to a false view of the self. If the<br />

idea of a separate self were abandoned, people would no longer have a need to cling to such views or ask such questions.”<br />

Citta was visibly impressed by the young bhikkhu’s response. He said, “Please, Venerable, could you explain this more clearly.”<br />

“People without a chance to be exposed to and to study the Way of Awakening generally think of the body as being the same as one’s<br />

self, or they think that the self is contained in the body and the body is contained in the self. Likewise, they consider feelings to be the same<br />

as the self, or they think that feelings are contained in the self and the self is contained in feelings. Such people h<strong>old</strong> the same views as<br />

regards their perceptions, mental formations, and consciousness. They are caught in a false view of self. It is precisely because they are<br />

caught in a false view of self that they become entrapped by the sixty-two false views discussed in the Brahmajala Sutra and by questions<br />

about the finite and infinite, temporal and everlasting, one and two, existing and ceasing to exist. Lay disciple Citta, such questions and<br />

views are rendered meaningless when, through dedicated study and practice, one breaks through the false view of self.”<br />

Increasingly impressed by the young bhikkhu, Citta respectfully asked Isidatta, “Venerable, where are you from?”<br />

“I come from Avanti.”<br />

“Venerable, I have heard about a young man from Avanti named Isidatta who became a bhikkhu. It is said that he is remarkably bright<br />

and able. Though I have heard his name, I have never seen him. Have you ever met him?”<br />

“Yes, Citta, I have met him.”<br />

“Then, Venerable, can you tell me where this talented young monk is at present?”

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