I'm grateful for my regrets. They make life interesting.
I don't mind regret, and I don't mind shame. What I do mind is minding. Discontentment. That I mind.
The path and fruit of arahant are identical except inasmuch as path is the shift to the very first moment of arahant
The fruit involves a shift from a moment of arahant to another moment of arahant, but it's equally arahantish. The path involves leaving behind unarahantishness, but the path is still arahanted. The fruit on the other hand doesn't need any leaving behind of its previous moment, which was also arahanty.
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