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--
and if they could not all believe, then those who were  
sufficiently evolved would believe and know the truth.          
    "My Brother," said the Old Man, softly, "Even though        
the unevolved, the unenlightened, pretend to believe that     

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you write fiction, enough of the Truth will get to their sub-
conscious and-who knows?-the small seed of truth may
blossom in this or in their next life.  As the Lord Buddha
Himself has said in the Parable of the Three Chariots, the
end justifies the means."
    The Parable of the Three Chariots!  What vivid memories
that brought back to me.  How clearly I remember my
beloved guide and friend, the Lama Mingyar Dondup
instructing me at the Chapkori.
    An old medical monk had been easing the fears of a very
sick woman with some harmless "white lie".  I, young and
inexperienced, had, with smug complacency, been express-
ing shocked surprise that a monk should tell an untruth
even in such an emergency.  My Guide had come along
to me, saying, "Let us go to my room, Lobsang.  We can
with profit turn to the Scriptures."  He smiled at me with
his warm, benevolent aura of contentment as he turned
and walked beside me to his room far up, overlooking the
Potala.
    "Tea and Indian cakes, yes, we must have refreshment,
Lobsang, for with refreshment you can also digest infor-
mation." The monk-servant, who had seen us enter, ap-
peared unbidden with the delicacies which I liked and
which I could only obtain through the good offices of my
Guide.
    For a time we sat and talked idly, or rather I talked as I
ate.  Then, as I finished, the illustrious Lama said: "There
are exceptions to every rule, Lobsang, and every coin or
token has two sides.  The Buddha talked at length to His
friends and disciples, and much that He said was written
down and preserved.  There is a tale very ap