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Unknown Binding
First published January 1, 2007
‘Why should the world care, Sugi?’ he asked gently. ‘We aren’t important enough for the British any more. And unlike the Middle East, we have no oil. So we can kill each other and no one will notice. That’s why things will take longer than we think.’
The hands of this many-handed god were empty apart from his spear. He looked neither right nor left. If he heard the prayers of the tormented he gave no sign. There were peacocks at his side and sunlight shone on his burnished anklets. Young girls brought him armfuls of offerings, walking miles in the boiling heat. Young men came carrying hope. He received each of them without a word.
How had two thousand years of Buddhism come to this? A Cabinet minister was assassinated, seventeen members of the public injured, three killed on a bus. Glass rose like sea spray, shattering everywhere. But the radio stations still played baila music in a pretence of normality although no one knew what was normal any more.
‘There is no such thing as freedom,’ he wrote. ‘Nor do I want to have an ideology. I see no sense…To have an ideology means having laws; it means killing those who have different laws’.
‘they are not all savages here. There are savages everywhere, not just here.’