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	<title>Comments on: Issue nº 132: Dialogues with the Master – Looking at the past</title>
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		<title>By: infinity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2007 17:00:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>and then the gardener found a plant drying in his garden. The leaves were turning yellow, the plant was drooping and the tiny bud that the plant had so carefully pushed forth, was a dry shrivel.

Father and son, before they had even begun...

But that's high brow politics! 

So, the gardener merely stopped a while to ponder and smile at the comparison at the wild shrubs beyond his garden! And a silence filled his little garden. Was he ready to accept the meaning of that silence? 

And a gentle questioning smile was upon him from above and beyond.

The questions of tending and civilization and culture...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>and then the gardener found a plant drying in his garden. The leaves were turning yellow, the plant was drooping and the tiny bud that the plant had so carefully pushed forth, was a dry shrivel.</p>
<p>Father and son, before they had even begun&#8230;</p>
<p>But that&#8217;s high brow politics! </p>
<p>So, the gardener merely stopped a while to ponder and smile at the comparison at the wild shrubs beyond his garden! And a silence filled his little garden. Was he ready to accept the meaning of that silence? </p>
<p>And a gentle questioning smile was upon him from above and beyond.</p>
<p>The questions of tending and civilization and culture&#8230;</p>
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