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Siddhartha sat for a long time in the dark. Then he reached for the remote to escape into a comedy—perhaps The Court Jester's Revenge .

Finally, trembling, Siddhartha held down the power button on the remote. The screen went black. The voice fell silent. The palace, the guards, the baby, the wife, the mango groves—all thumbnails now.

So tonight, do not seek enlightenment on a screen. Turn off the glowing rectangle. Sit in the silence. Watch your own breath rise and fall.

, a horror film from a distant land. A queen lay on a pyre. Her jewels melted. Her teeth showed in a grin. Siddhartha tried to look away, but the autoplay was relentless. "This is death," the voice said. "There is no skip button."

, a documentary about a fisherman whose hands cracked like dry earth. The man coughed blood into a copper bowl. His son wept. Siddhartha paused it. "This is sickness," whispered a voice in his ear. "You will also know it."