Done what was to do.
This world of form is no more. This we know.”
And sometimes proud and learned Brahmans would come to dispute haughtily with the Perfect One, and they, full of pride and anger, would rage and trip in their discourse thinking to show their much learning rather than to seek the truth. But like the waves of a muddy river lashing rock so were they, and the Lord sat there always, answering duly, teaching duly, clothed in serenity, his skin the colour of bright gold, his eyes bright and calm, for he said:
“That in disputation with anyone whatsoever I could be thrown into any confusion or embarrassment,—there is no possibility of such a thing, and because I know of no such possibility I remain quiet and confident. And even when I am carried here upon a bed shall my intellectual strength remain unabated.”
And his monks said:
“Truly from the Exalted One comes all our wisdom.”
And because he was so near the Blessed One many monks would come to the venerable Ananda and say:
“It is long, brother, since we heard a discourse from the Exalted One. It were very good if we might hear one now.”
“Well, venerable ones, betake yourselves to the hermitage of the Brahman Rammako. Perhaps you will get to hear a discourse from the lips of the Exalted One.” For Ananda was wise in the ways of the Master.
Now after the Perfected One had returned from his begging-round, he turned and said: