A wise master lived on the far side of the forest. So early one morning Nin, hoping the master might take him as a student, set off on the winding, narrow road that lead through the woods to the master’s house.
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Nin and Faith / Nin and Doubt (2)
“Let me explain my thoughts on the matter,” said Nin. But he found this difficult, as he wasn’t entirely sure what his thoughts on the matter were.
He hopped around for a minute until he had a reasonable starting position: “I think that people who try to justify their belief in god with evidence are fundamentally mistaken in their endeavour. Faith implies a lack of evidence—and the search for evidence implies that, deep down, the so-called believer still has his doubts.”
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“I know the name of what lurks inside your heart,” said the lizard. “It is god.”
“How could you know what lurks inside my heart better than me, myself?” asked Nin. He was incensed by the lizard’s presumptuousness.
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Here is a story from the time when Nin lived at home, and was a still a prince among rabbits:
Part of Nin’s royal studies was learning the affairs of state. Following this, he was appointed to a municipal planning committee, which had purview over the expansion and redistricting of the warren.
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Nin, resolving to do more good in the world, set off in search of wrongs to right, eventually falling in with a group of beggar monks. They’d taken a vow of poverty: no property, no wealth, no possessions but a simple beggar’s bowl.
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Nin sat and cursed his labyrinthine fate. He felt as though life were a great river and he was being swept away by its current. If only someone would throw him a life-preserver!
Just then, as if in answer to his prayer, a white rabbit appeared before him. Nin recognized them as a rabbit he had met some months prior—but with one look, Nin could see they had changed, and grown—they had found the thing Nin himself still sought.
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Nin sat in the thicket without much to do, and without much on his mind. He was just about ready to turn in for an early evening when he heard the song of a nightingale pierce through the darkening night:
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Maybe the raven was right. Nin had been hopping around quite a bit, and he was beginning to wonder if perhaps it was all in vain. While Nin felt that he had learned much, he wasn’t sure if he was any wiser, or any closer to his goal.
Always, it seemed, that the little truth within his heart beat without cause or justification, as if it was aware of something he himself was not.
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Nin was hopping along one day when he came across a great black raven. The raven was sitting over the corpse of a rabbit, poking and prodding at it with his instruments.
“What are you doing?” asked Nin. He was concerned to see the dead body of a brother desecrated so brazenly.
“Why, I’m learning about rabbits,” replied the raven. “By dissecting this rabbit I am learning how it works. The muscle groups, the organs, the arteries and so forth—rabbit nature, if you will. Come and see.”
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The starfish gestured to the side of the tide-pool, where a deep mark had been cut into the rock. “What do you make of that?” he asked.
Nin hopped over and studied the gouge—the depth, the width, the angle. “I would say this is the mark of an eagle’s claw.”
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Crosstown Gate 
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