Here's the short version:
A clay buddha started to develop cracks. One Thai monk felt compelled to look inside the cracks with a flashlight to see what how it was made. To his surprise, the statue was gold! It had been covered by layers of clay years ago to protect it from looters, and all who knew this had been killed.
|Buddha at Wat Traimit, via Thailand's world|
The woman who told me this story talked about the layers that we put on to protect our golden nature. In some ways, these layers are an inevitable fact of being human, but in other ways, these layers prevent us from sharing our selves.
How might our layer of clay be softened, so that the gold below can shine through?