The Hitman

The hitman was assigned a job. It was to kill his own family. The hitman went home and killed his family. In the evening he returned home to find that his family was murdered and he moaned and cried. He swore vengeance. He killed his employer and disappeared into the forest.

He emerged years later. A saintly man. Nothing was bad enough for him to call it bad. Or good enough to be good. He looked at the men on the streets and he saw that the were ignorant. Lost in a pattern of trained thought. He saw passion and he could recognize passion.

Passion wasn't enough. True compassion was needed to live life in its true potential. True compassion required true sacrifice- the sacrifice he made. The compassion that Arjuna had when he fought the Mahabharatha. That great sacrifice was to kill one's own sense of right- a morality that was learnt. That was the sacrifice, he taught.