Stay out of the mire

Imagine yourself hiking along a pleasant country road. You round a bend, and there, beside the road, you come upon a man up to his waist in a pit of wet, sticky mud. "Come down and wrestle with me!" he calls.

Who would be so foolish? And yet, figuratively speaking, we all fall for this challenge more often than we should. The "man in the mire," alias mortal mind, tempts us to come down and struggle at its level of existence, so called, and according to its rules of the game. Mortal mind would have us accept its own earthy, unstable environment as the legitimate basis for life.

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