Whatever the answer may be, it has to fit in with the secret to (relative) happiness,
as described here:
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A family went to a priest [sometimes, in this parable, a Zen master] and asked for a blessing written on a scroll. When they returned to pick it up, the priest had written “Grandfather dies. Father dies. Son dies. Grandson dies.” The family was pretty ticked, since apparently they were expecting one of those happy handmade signs you see on Pinterest and Etsy. The priest offered to reorder the blessing in a way to better suit the family, but he thought his original was a pretty good deal. If things happened in the sequence he had written, the family would avoid the worst grief life has to offer.
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