In November, 1996 I was in Kathmandu, sitting cross-legged amongst an assembly of multinationals, listening to an Australian monk lecture us on the meaning of compassion in Tibetan Buddhism. He held up high an orange sheet of paper for us all to see, then turned it around - we could now see it was white on the back.
Then he turned the orange side to face us all again and asked: “Who can imagine what the back colour of this orange sheet is?”
“White!” we all yelled back.