I told you yesterday about one story that I didn’t like because the Buddha allowed the monks at that time to eat meat as long as they don’t see the animals being killed, as long as they don’t hear the animals crying while they’re being killed, as long as they know that it’s not killed for them. What I mean is, monks should have compassion, should make a good example of love, kindness, compassion. But in many other sutras he said, “No, no, no meat, no meat. If anybody eats meat, then they are not my disciples.” Today I read you a story, a Buddhist story. This story is about a man who had no money and at that time the Buddha was alive so he wanted to make an offering. So he tried to do something. At that time, in that country, Savatthi, there was a rich gentleman. He had one son who was very good-looking and dignified. And as soon as he was born, he could speak already.