"Kim Stanley Robinson - Forty Signs of Rain" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

тАЬAnd why?тАЭ Sucandra persisted, watching her.

тАЬWellтАФjust because.тАЭ

тАЬA matter of curiosity.тАЭ

тАЬYes, I suppose so.тАЭ

тАЬBut what if curiosity is a luxury?тАЭ

тАЬHow so?тАЭ

тАЬIn that first you must have a full belly. Good health, a certain amount of leisure time, a certain amount of
serenity. Absence of pain. Only then can one be curious.тАЭ

Anna nodded, thinking it over.

Sucandra saw this and continued. тАЬSo, if curiosity is a valueтАФa quality to be treasuredтАФa form of
contemplation, or prayerтАФthen you must reduce suffering to reach that state. So, in Buddhism,
understanding works to reduce suffering, and by reduction of suffering gains more knowledge. Just like
science.тАЭ

Anna frowned. Charlie watched her, fascinated. This was a basic part of her self, this stuff, but largely
unconsidered. Self-definition by function. She was a scientist. And science was science, unlike anything
else.

Rudra Cakrin leaned forward to say something to Sucandra, who listened to him, then asked him a
question in Tibetan. Rudra answered, gesturing at Anna.

Charlie shot a quick look at herтАФsee, he was following things! Evidence!

Rudra Cakrin insisted on something to Sucandra, who then said to Anna, тАЬRudra wants to say, тАШWhat
do you believe in?тАЩтАЭ

тАЬMe?тАЭ
тАЬYes. тАШWhat do you believe in?тАЩ he says.тАЭ

тАЬIdonтАЩt know,тАЭ she said, surprised. тАЬI believe in the double blind study.тАЭ

Charlie laughed, he couldnтАЩt help it. Anna blushed and beat on his arm, crying тАЬStop it! ItтАЩstrue .тАЭ

тАЬIknow it is,тАЭ Charlie said, laughing harder, until she started laughing too, along with everyone else, the
Khembalis looking delightedтАФeveryone so amused that Joe got mad and stomped his foot to make them
stop. But this only made them laugh more. In the end they had to stop so he would not throw a fit.

Rudra Cakrin restored his mood by diving back into the blocks. Soon he and Joe sat half-buried in
them, absorbed in their play. Stack them up, knock them down. They certainly spoke the same language.

The others watched them, sipping tea and offering particular blocks to them at certain moments in the
construction process. Sucandra and Padma and Anna and Charlie and Nick sat on the couches, talking