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We Are One

From an old Houston Chronicle's Religion section (11/25/2006) I set aside. It's a shame that religious beliefs tend to divide people and nations. It's my personal opinion that when distilled, their teachings seem to actually share the basic tenants (and at their essence are actually very simple). The Chronicle gave a great example of this:

JUDAISM:
"What is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor. This is the whole Torah; all the rest is commentary."
Hillel, Talmud, Shabbath 31A

CHRISTIANITY:
"So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets."
Jesus, Matthew 7:12, NIV

ISLAM:
"Not one of you truly believes until you wish for others what you wish for yourself."
The Prophet Muhammad, Hadith

HINDUISM:
"This is the sum of duty: Do not do to others what would cause you pain if done to you."
Mahabharata, 5;1517

BUDDHISM:
"Treat not others in ways you yourself would find hurtful."
The Buddah, Udana-Varga 5:18

BAHAI
"Lay not on any soul a load that you would not wish to be laid upon you, and desire not for anoyone the things you would not desire for yourself."
Baha'u'llah, Gleanings

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