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   Since so far I can’t follow current discussions, perhaps I will strike out on my own and initiate a thread I can follow. 

   I’ve been thinking about my project. A first, actually, not usually finding any need to project outcomes. Still, the perennial questions for any endeavor is why am I doing this and what am I doing. Question mark.

   We have the mindset, the weltanschuung, of an industrial culture. We are conquering nature,  and being fruitful and multiplying. A philosophy of production and consumption, and the more the better. But we live in a world which simply will not sustain our current trajectory as a “successful” species.

   If the planet and its living being(s) is considered as an entity, an organism, it has become unhealthy. Global warming, proliferating zoonoses, pollution, depletion of resources, catastrophic declines in biodiversity… It seems that total collapse of the web of life (and incidentally the food chain) are not only inevitable but imminent.

   Any facing up to and dealing with this Situation requires a step back from everydayness and the development of a sense of what is needed to restore the world organism to health.

   Every generation is born perfectly ignorant and needs to be educated. As the proverb goes: “learn one, do one, teach one.” In this manner each generation is brought up to speed and then cycles down. There is always “progress” in the sense of forward movement but it is not always toward positive goals. Now we speak of overpopulation and obesity where once we scrabbled for calories and struggled to keep our young alive.

   Now we need to be concerned, all of us, with the survival of our world, the continued existence of our race and our relations.

   My project involves tweaking the mindset, I perceive. (Let them eat tweaks. Or, tweakies.)

 We’re pretty much stuck in the 1600s with descartes, in whom the baby truly left the bathwater and went down the plughole. Formerly most people considered scientific progress secondary to spiritual progress. Cartesian radical doubt eliminated spiritual imagination and diverted attention into to the ego and its ability to impose its will on matter. Anything immaterial is set asides doubtful, and eventually fades from vision altogether. Now we mostly see a world only of physical objects, and imagination is hazy at best. Where once it was as vivid as daytime.

   Many of can agree now that spiritual progress may be the only solution to a sustainable relationship with our world. Many still think science will bail us out. Certainly the current administration imagines we can green energy our way to sustaining current levels of energy use, which is so obviously absurd one wonders how they can so delude themselves, or if it is all just cynicism and exploitation. Radical conservation would be the cornerstone of any effective strategy to reduce global warming and there is not a moment to lose. When it gets bad enough people will acknowledge the problems and burn to solve them. Millennials are due their wake up call, if they are not oversleeping already.


   Our culture as we transmit it to our young is historical. Our best ideas go back to the buddha, to lao/chuang taoism, to the prophets and the greeks. All our spiritual traditions teach transcendence of the ego and taking responsibility for the health of everything under the sun. In genesis god’s original task for adam was to take care of the garden and to be satisfied in this humble capacity. Instead, mankind found themselves naked and ashamed.

   I want to change the way we see everything. This is a lengthy project and I have to bring this post to some sort of resting point some time, so I’ll try to briefly indicate what I want to talk about.

   In the beginning was the void, and god said “let there be light.” In other words, “in the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word was god.”

   A question I have returned to again and again in my contemplations is “what is light?” in the spiritual, imaginal, intellectual sense. What is clarity? What, indeed, is existence?

   “Light” is consciousness, awareness. Insight. By shining into the dark, it brings things into the light, into existence. Without light no things appear, and it is due to the appearance of actual things that we can project that all we don’t see nonetheless exists. Pittsburg, the eiffel tower, the atlantic ocean - I can’t see them but I presume they exist, along with stars and dandelions.

  The old world-view tells you that things exist in themselves. (Even kant knew better, let alone heraclitus, the buddha, lao tzu, etc.) We (our culture, in general - the “they-self”)  imagine our selves to be internal to our bodies and that we are walking about in a world chock full of real objects which exist of themselves. The new world view involves seeing that the only objects which exist do so in relation to a human subject.

   We take existence to be reality. We take our consciousness to hold the entire universe, and imagine it includes everything. So, first off there is the idea that existence is only what we know as very limited sentient (that is, conscious) beings, and that reality is vastly, vastly greater. Dogen likens our plight to that of a man on a raft in the middle of the ocean, knowing nothing of cities and continents and myriad living beings, and absorbed in his infinitely varied little stretch of ocean.

   Our true being is not just that of another object. We come into existence full blown, aware of ourselves as a historical being with a past and a future, and that we exist, here and now. We endow other beings, animate and inanimate, with being as well. In each of us the light of consciousness creates the world of existence. We attune our world to that of “others” and constantly make it more consistent with the “they.”

   We invent a past consistent with our world as we understand it, to suit our desires, and we project a future of fulfilled desires, towards which we strive. Absorbed in this striving, in everydayness, consciousness contracts. We develop routines, habits, and save ourselves the effort of thinking or confronting new things or learning new tasks.

   Or maybe we feel a conscience, some anxiety, and we wonder “who am I” and “what is there worthwhile to do?” In this manner consciousness expands.

   I’m going to taper off here with the idea I hope I have conveyed that reality is a great void and that consciousness is a tiny light in a dark little corner, and it is in danger. We need a collective consciousness that can help us cope with the demise of our planetary environment.

   And we need it tout suit (and the tooter, the sweeter.)


terry



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CONFESSIONS - BOOK ELEVEN
CHAPTER XIV

17. There was no time, therefore, when thou hadst not made anything, because thou hadst made time itself. And there are no times that are coeternal with thee, because thou dost abide forever; but if times should abide, they would not be times.

For what is time? Who can easily and briefly explain it? Who can even comprehend it in thought or put the answer into words? Yet is it not true that in conversation we refer to nothing more familiarly or knowingly than time? And surely we understand it when we speak of it; we understand it also when we hear another speak of it.

What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks me, I do not know. Yet I say with confidence that I know that if nothing passed away, there would be no past time; and if nothing were still coming, there would be no future time; and if there were nothing at all, there would be no present time.

But, then, how is it that there are the two times, past and future, when even the past is now no longer and the future is now not yet? But if the present were always present, and did not pass into past time, it obviously would not be time but eternity. If, then, time present--if it be time--comes into existence only because it passes into time past, how can we say that even this is, since the cause of its being is that it will cease to be? Thus, can we not truly say that time is only as it tends toward nonbeing?



   Since so far I can’t follow current discussions, perhaps I will strike out on my own and initiate a thread I can follow. 
   I’ve been thinking about my project. A first, actually, not usually finding any need to project outcomes. Still, the perennial questions for any endeavor is why am I doing this and what am I doing. Question mark.
   We have the mindset, the weltanschuung, of an industrial culture. We are conquering nature,  and being fruitful and multiplying. A philosophy of production and consumption, and the more the better. But we live in a world which simply will not sustain our current trajectory as a “successful” species.
   If the planet and its living being(s) is considered as an entity, an organism, it has become unhealthy. Global warming, proliferating zoonoses, pollution, depletion of resources, catastrophic declines in biodiversity… It seems that total collapse of the web of life (and incidentally the food chain) are not only inevitable but imminent.
   Any facing up to and dealing with this Situation requires a step back from everydayness and the development of a sense of what is needed to restore the world organism to health.
   Every generation is born perfectly ignorant and needs to be educated. As the proverb goes: “learn one, do one, teach one.” In this manner each generation is brought up to speed and then cycles down. There is always “progress” in the sense of forward movement but it is not always toward positive goals. Now we speak of overpopulation and obesity where once we scrabbled for calories and struggled to keep our young alive.
   Now we need to be concerned, all of us, with the survival of our world, the continued existence of our race and our relations.
   My project involves tweaking the mindset, I perceive. (Let them eat tweaks. Or, tweakies.)
 We’re pretty much stuck in the 1600s with descartes, in whom the baby truly left the bathwater and went down the plughole. Formerly most people considered scientific progress secondary to spiritual progress. Cartesian radical doubt eliminated spiritual imagination and diverted attention into to the ego and its ability to impose its will on matter. Anything immaterial is set asides doubtful, and eventually fades from vision altogether. Now we mostly see a world only of physical objects, and imagination is hazy at best. Where once it was as vivid as daytime.
   Many of can agree now that spiritual progress may be the only solution to a sustainable relationship with our world. Many still think science will bail us out. Certainly the current administration imagines we can green energy our way to sustaining current levels of energy use, which is so obviously absurd one wonders how they can so delude themselves, or if it is all cynicism and exploitation. Radical conservation would be the cornerstone of any effective strategy to reduce global warming and there is not a moment to lose. When it gets bad enough people will acknowledge the problems and burn to solve them. Millennials are due their wake up call, if they are not oversleeping.

   Our culture as we transmit it to our young is historical. Our best ideas go back to the buddha, to lao/chuang taoism, to the prophets and the greeks. All our spiritual traditions teach transcendence of the ego and taking responsibility for the health of everything under the sun. In genesis god’s original task for adam was to take care of the garden and to be satisfied in this humble capacity. Instead, mankind found themselves naked and ashamed.
   I want to change the way we see everything. This is a lengthy project and I have to bring this post to some sort of resting point some time, so I’ll try to briefly indicate what I want to talk about.
   In the beginning was the void, and god said “let there be light.” In other words, “in the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word was god.”
   A question I have returned to again and again in my contemplations is “what is light?” in the spiritual, imaginal, intellectual sense. What is clarity? What, indeed, is existence?
   “Light” is consciousness, awareness. Insight. By shining into the dark, it brings things into the light, into existence. Without light no things appear, and it is due to the appearance of actual things that we can project that all we don’t see exists. Pittsburg, the eiffel tower, the atlantic ocean - I can’t see them but I presume they exist, along with stars and dandelions.
  The old world-view tells you that things exist in themselves. (Even kant knew better, let alone heraclitus, the buddha, lao tzu, etc.) We (our culture, in general - the “they-self”)  imagine our selves to be internal to our bodies and that we are walking about in a world chock full of real objects which exist of themselves. The new world view involves seeing that the only objects which exist do so in relation to a human subject.
   We take existence to be reality. We take our consciousness to hold the entire universe, and imagine it includes everything. So, first off there is the idea that existence is only what we know as very limited sentient (that is, conscious) beings, and that reality is vastly, vastly greater. Dogen likens our plight to that of a man on a raft in the middle of the ocean, knowing nothing of cities and continents and myriad living beings, and absorbed in his infinitely varied little stretch of ocean.
   Our true being is not just that of another object. We come into existence full blown, aware of ourselves as a historical being with a past and a future, and that we exist, here and now. We endow other beings, animate and inanimate, with being as well. In each of us the light of consciousness creates the world of existence. We attune our world to that of “others” and constantly make it more consistent with “they.”
   We invent a past to suit our desires and project a future of fulfilled desires, towards which we strive. Absorbed in this striving, in everydayness, consciousness contracts. We develop routines, habits, and save ourselves the effort of thinking or confronting new things or learning new tasks.
   Or maybe we feel a conscience, some anxiety, and we wonder “who am I” and “what is there worthwhile to do?” In this manner consciousness expands.
   I’m going to taper off here with the idea I hope I have conveyed that reality is a great void and that consciousness is a tiny light in a dark little corner, and it is in danger. We need a consciousness that can help us cope with the demise of our planetary environment.
   And we need it tout suit (and the tooter, the sweeter.)

terry


CONFESSIONS - BOOK ELEVENCHAPTER XIV
17. There was no time, therefore, when thou hadst not made anything, because thou hadst made time itself. And there are no times that are coeternal with thee, because thou dost abide forever; but if times should abide, they would not be times.
For what is time? Who can easily and briefly explain it? Who can even comprehend it in thought or put the answer into words? Yet is it not true that in conversation we refer to nothing more familiarly or knowingly than time? And surely we understand it when we speak of it; we understand it also when we hear another speak of it.
What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks me, I do not know. Yet I say with confidence that I know that if nothing passed away, there would be no past time; and if nothing were still coming, there would be no future time; and if there were nothing at all, there would be no present time.
But, then, how is it that there are the two times, past and future, when even the past is now no longer and the future is now not yet? But if the present were always present, and did not pass into past time, it obviously would not be time but eternity. If, then, time present--if it be time--comes into existence only because it passes into time past, how can we say that even this is, since the cause of its being is that it will cease to be? Thus, can we not truly say that time is only as it tends toward nonbeing?


   
   
striking out

   Since so far I can’t follow current discussions, perhaps I will strike out on my own and initiate a thread I can follow. 
   I’ve been thinking about my project. A first, actually, not usually finding any need to project outcomes. Still, the perennial questions for any endeavor is why am I doing this and what am I doing. Question mark.
   We have the mindset, the weltanschuung, of an industrial culture. We are conquering nature,  and being fruitful and multiplying. A philosophy of production and consumption, and the more the better. But we live in a world which simply will not sustain our current trajectory as a “successful” species.
   If the planet and its living being(s) is considered as an entity, an organism, it has become unhealthy. Global warming, proliferating zoonoses, pollution, depletion of resources, catastrophic declines in biodiversity… It seems that total collapse of the web of life (and incidentally the food chain) are not only inevitable but imminent.
   Any facing up to and dealing with this Situation requires a step back from everydayness and the development of a sense of what is needed to restore the world organism to health.
   Every generation is born perfectly ignorant and needs to be educated. As the proverb goes: “learn one, do one, teach one.” In this manner each generation is brought up to speed and then cycles down. There is always “progress” in the sense of forward movement but it is not always toward positive goals. Now we speak of overpopulation and obesity where once we scrabbled for calories and struggled to keep our young alive.
   Now we need to be concerned, all of us, with the survival of our world, the continued existence of our race and our relations.
   My project involves tweaking the mindset, I perceive. (Let them eat tweaks. Or, tweakies.)
 We’re pretty much stuck in the 1600s with descartes, in whom the baby truly left the bathwater and went down the plughole. Formerly most people considered scientific progress secondary to spiritual progress. Cartesian radical doubt eliminated spiritual imagination and diverted attention into to the ego and its ability to impose its will on matter. Anything immaterial is set asides doubtful, and eventually fades from vision altogether. Now we mostly see a world only of physical objects, and imagination is hazy at best. Where once it was as vivid as daytime.
   Many of can agree now that spiritual progress may be the only solution to a sustainable relationship with our world. Many still think science will bail us out. Certainly the current administration imagines we can green energy our way to sustaining current levels of energy use, which is so obviously absurd one wonders how they can so delude themselves, or if it is all cynicism and exploitation. Radical conservation would be the cornerstone of any effective strategy to reduce global warming and there is not a moment to lose. When it gets bad enough people will acknowledge the problems and burn to solve them. Millennials are due their wake up call, if they are not oversleeping.

   Our culture as we transmit it to our young is historical. Our best ideas go back to the buddha, to lao/chuang taoism, to the prophets and the greeks. All our spiritual traditions teach transcendence of the ego and taking responsibility for the health of everything under the sun. In genesis god’s original task for adam was to take care of the garden and to be satisfied in this humble capacity. Instead, mankind found themselves naked and ashamed.
   I want to change the way we see everything. This is a lengthy project and I have to bring this post to some sort of resting point some time, so I’ll try to briefly indicate what I want to talk about.
   In the beginning was the void, and god said “let there be light.” In other words, “in the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word was god.”
   A question I have returned to again and again in my contemplations is “what is light?” in the spiritual, imaginal, intellectual sense. What is clarity? What, indeed, is existence?
   “Light” is consciousness, awareness. Insight. By shining into the dark, it brings things into the light, into existence. Without light no things appear, and it is due to the appearance of actual things that we can project that all we don’t see exists. Pittsburg, the eiffel tower, the atlantic ocean - I can’t see them but I presume they exist, along with stars and dandelions.
  The old world-view tells you that things exist in themselves. (Even kant knew better, let alone heraclitus, the buddha, lao tzu, etc.) We (our culture, in general - the “they-self”)  imagine our selves to be internal to our bodies and that we are walking about in a world chock full of real objects which exist of themselves. The new world view involves seeing that the only objects which exist do so in relation to a human subject.
   We take existence to be reality. We take our consciousness to hold the entire universe, and imagine it includes everything. So, first off there is the idea that existence is only what we know as very limited sentient (that is, conscious) beings, and that reality is vastly, vastly greater. Dogen likens our plight to that of a man on a raft in the middle of the ocean, knowing nothing of cities and continents and myriad living beings, and absorbed in his infinitely varied little stretch of ocean.
   Our true being is not just that of another object. We come into existence full blown, aware of ourselves as a historical being with a past and a future, and that we exist, here and now. We endow other beings, animate and inanimate, with being as well. In each of us the light of consciousness creates the world of existence. We attune our world to that of “others” and constantly make it more consistent with “they.”
   We invent a past to suit our desires and project a future of fulfilled desires, towards which we strive. Absorbed in this striving, in everydayness, consciousness contracts. We develop routines, habits, and save ourselves the effort of thinking or confronting new things or learning new tasks.
   Or maybe we feel a conscience, some anxiety, and we wonder “who am I” and “what is there worthwhile to do?” In this manner consciousness expands.
   I’m going to taper off here with the idea I hope I have conveyed that reality is a great void and that consciousness is a tiny light in a dark little corner, and it is in danger. We need a consciousness that can help us cope with the demise of our planetary environment.
   And we need it tout suit (and the tooter, the sweeter.)

terry


CONFESSIONS - BOOK ELEVENCHAPTER XIV
17. There was no time, therefore, when thou hadst not made anything, because thou hadst made time itself. And there are no times that are coeternal with thee, because thou dost abide forever; but if times should abide, they would not be times.
For what is time? Who can easily and briefly explain it? Who can even comprehend it in thought or put the answer into words? Yet is it not true that in conversation we refer to nothing more familiarly or knowingly than time? And surely we understand it when we speak of it; we understand it also when we hear another speak of it.
What, then, is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks me, I do not know. Yet I say with confidence that I know that if nothing passed away, there would be no past time; and if nothing were still coming, there would be no future time; and if there were nothing at all, there would be no present time.
But, then, how is it that there are the two times, past and future, when even the past is now no longer and the future is now not yet? But if the present were always present, and did not pass into past time, it obviously would not be time but eternity. If, then, time present--if it be time--comes into existence only because it passes into time past, how can we say that even this is, since the cause of its being is that it will cease to be? Thus, can we not truly say that time is only as it tends toward nonbeing?


   
   




   




   
   

   





   
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wow, that was fast! way faster than my short replies...
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sorry for all the dupes, it's deathray's fault...
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Well, it was worth repeating. 
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terry i'm intrigued, you have a thread!

you say a lot and I'm confused.

Two questions:

1) this project - is it a terry project or does it involve other people ie are you about to become a blogger/influencer/guru/pundit/politician/mercenary/prosletiszer/marketing executive/author? [1]

2) you mention time a bit and also the deep past eg the greeks. do you have any particular emphasis on Kronos or Kairos? [2]

3) are you about to declaim some of your own verses perhaps? [3]

Stay cool and enjoy!



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[1] in other words are you looking to influence people or looking for followers?
[2] hey I'm not particulary clever or educated, there just happened to be a column in the FT weekend about time, it was too good to waste lol. yet it's a question.
[3] would be good to see what you can come up with, given that you have a history of quoting a lot of other peeps.

And no I didn't expect the third question here (no-one did), but I'm sure you know the script
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(thanks, linda)



genaro posted and I pasted:

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terry i'm intrigued, you have a thread!

you say a lot and I'm confused.

Two questions:

1) this project - is it a terry project or does it involve other people ie are you about to become a blogger/influencer/guru/pundit/politician/mercenary/prosletiszer/marketing executive/author? [1]

2) you mention time a bit and also the deep past eg the greeks. do you have any particular emphasis on Kronos or Kairos? [2]

3) are you about to declaim some of your own verses perhaps? [3]

Stay cool and enjoy!



--
footnotes
[1] in other words are you looking to influence people or looking for followers?
[2] hey I'm not particulary clever or educated, there just happened to be a column in the FT weekend about time, it was too good to waste lol. yet it's a question.
[3] would be good to see what you can come up with, given that you have a history of quoting a lot of other peeps.

And no I didn't expect the third question here (no-one did), but I'm sure you know the script
(unquote)


aloha genaro,

   Yeah, I rarely post a thread, in the past they have often not been well attended. It's ony because I have so far not figured out how to participate otherwise and yet retain some semblance of a familiar style. You know, you and me, and all the other special persons on a similar quest of self-discovery.

   I haven't said much so far and intend to say even less, one of the significances of "striking out." 

   The project is mine and ours, me and you, dialectic or dia-logos. I can foreshadow an explication of our oneness once having established our nothingness. Our significance and its basis of insignificance. Order and chaos. Heaven and earth. Yang and yin. Alpha and omega. (It's all one.)

   The question of labels (words) is amusing because I intend to undermine and establish those as well. Strike them out and reveal what they conceal.

   I beat followers off with a stick. I warn them against being influenced. (Not that I'm unapproachable; bodhidharma accepted eka. After all.) As dante read when entering the underworld: "all hope abandon ye who enter here." As I said, I want to change the way we see everything. If you don't have room in your house for a elephant, don't make friends with a elephant keeper. If anything, I'm fishing without a net or line for the great golden fish which leaps into the boat of its own accord. Seeking the harvest of the third year's fields without having sown or cultivated to that end. The dealer looking for a joker so high and wild he'll never have to deal another. If anything.

   I often burst into poetry, and the line between discursive and poetic can be hard to draw. Perhaps one day I will write verse. Maybe when my bodhisattva becomes a real girl. Could happen anyday. I'm a miner for a heart of gold, and, uh...umm.

   As for quoting peeps, so often they say what I am trying to convey in words of such grandeur and significance that reading them more than conveys an idea, it conveys the history of human thought and the potentials of being human. The clarity of heidegger's "what is metaphysics"  maked me simply want to recommend reading it, and I could quote lots of it if I wanted to scissor it up, but the whole of it is uniformly brilliant, the high water mark of western philosophy.

(not the best translation, but ready to hand)
https://www.stephenhicks.org/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/heideggerm-what-is-metaphysics.pdf

   Even so, heidegger was writing mostly for other philosophers (especially carnap and the logical positivists) and my audience, if any, is my fellow meditators who in my view are far more qualified for knowledge than students of thought using discursive methods.

   Is my project then for you and not me, or me and not you?  If I can make the great matter clear to me, I can make it clear to anyone. I am some one.

   Kronos and kairos are a wonderful way to take a dip into the freshness of greek thought on these subjects we so boringly and stupefyingly take for granted. We imagine an objective world but it has become anything but due to the very blindness we have to our own subjectivity, individuality and imaginations.

   Kronos is clock time, kairos is timing. The external and internal senses of time were (at least) equal to the greeks and now we know nothing of timing, unless we are professional comics or some kind of artist. (Watch lucille ball always pick the perfect moment for a retort. Or leave it to beaver's jerry mathers when he was in single digits.) This is peripherally related to my project in that I'm going to look at the phenomenology of nothing, which is  primordially entirely subjective, since there is only one of us, at most. Thus timing is everything. Time illuminates all of metaphysics. Space, similarly illuminating, is a matter of spacing, of placing near and far, close and distant. Physical space is as concealing as clock time and as superfical, unoriginal and inauthentic. And as heidegger quintessentially says, "nothing nothings." 

   Anyhows, bra, thanks for the encouragement and I will proceed to strike two, wherein nothing is indeed not something, yet something is truly nothing.

terry


angst or "dread" is the chaos which overwhelms order or reason, a mood we nearly always hold at bay by falling into everydayness, generally through idle chatter... it is "the gateway to all mystery' (tao te ching)...


“Negation is not the most original experience of the nothing. Whether expressed or implied, the act of negation does permeate all our thinking in so many ways, and yet it is not the best evidence of the revelation of the nothing essential to openness. Negation should not be seen as the only (much less the primary) activity in which openness relates to and is shaken by the action of the nothing. Cruel hostility and the sting of hatred go deeper than the formalities of mental negations. Painful denial and ruthless refusal are closer to – and bitter privation is a greater burden of – the nothing. These more primary possibilities of relating to the nothing - powerful ways in which openness puts up with but never masters its thrownness - are not sub-sets of the genus “negation.” However, that does not prevent them from expressing themselves in the “not” and “negation.” In fact they first reveal the depth and breadth of negation.

Dread is there but dormant. Openness is thus saturated with its relation to the nothing - evidence that the nothing is always, if obscurely, revealed even though dread is required to disclose it in an originary way. But this also implies that originary dread is mostly suppressed in our openness. Dread is there, but dormant. Its breathing ever stirs within our openness, not very much in the nervous, hardly at all in the yeas and nays of the busy bourgeoisie. It is most astir in the reserved, and most surely in the openness of those who take the basic risk. This happens by spending oneself on the essential so as to preserve the greatness of the open that we are.

This dread born of risk is not the opposite of joy, or even of quiet activity and calm enjoyment. It transcends such oppositions and lives in secret communion with the serene and gentle yearnings of creativity.

Originary dread can awaken in openness at any moment; no exceptional event is needed to rouse it. Its power is as deep as its possible occasions are unexceptional. It is always on the verge of springing forth but seldom does. But when it does, it seizes us and leaves us hanging.”

Excerpt From: Martin Heidegger. “What is Metaphysics?.” 
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well that's completely over my head.

so consider me beaten off with a stick

but somehow I've got tom waits' 'the ocean doesn't want me to day ' as an earworm, it's a song about the ultimate negation, that will be strike three i guess. 

​​​​​​​https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tomwaits/theoceandoesntwantme.html

(didn't watch the videos BTW i tend to skip most of those as i get chased by google demanding permission to steal all my data).
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believe me, genaro, google already has all your data...
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believe me, genaro, google already has all your data...


terry: thanks for the nudge, I took the opportunity to select 'delete all after 3 months' and they said 'there's nothing to delete'.

FWIW i looked at my 'google account' which exists only because i have an android phone and they claim to have nothing on me at all except the few apps  downloaded and a very small number of emails they might have sent me. I downloaded 'all my data' and that was a 4.8Mb zip file which was almost all empty reports. 1.6Mb of that was a 'getting started' file on google drive. They claim they don't know where i've been!

There's basically nothing there they admit to having that i could ask them to delete, even the email they have is dead.

Try using Brave as a browser and DuckDuckGo for search.

Yes I don't believe google don't have data related to me, it's all filed under the mac addresses of every device i've ever used, and without an account linked to it it's all secret knowledge. Most of the pages on the web use google anaytics but theoretically i get to avoid that, and smartphone apps talk to each other so pass on data that should be not available, but i avoid them.  What i really want is a mac address obfuscator.


So yes maybe I could view you-tube (i have history and search turned off) but I take the view that minimum contact with the digital vampires is best. The last time i used you-tube direct i did it via tor, and after excerpt no 2 it started to complain re security issues :-)

Paranoid? Moi?  I've not yet met anyone with a smart speaker, but being me if i do I'll start talking about toilet seats a lot to prime the advert recommendations.  It's worth trying to lob a spanner into their machines.




Unrelated to all that:  your OP entitled 'striking out' i managed to misinterpret completely.  I grokked 'stepping forth' not 'striking out
as in erasing things' and completely missed the baseball metaphore, not being a goddam yankee.


best of luck with the project.
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thanks, buddy...


I'm going slowly as it is easy to explain but hard to really change. I have to change myself.

Samsara is easy to propagate but actually getting out of the water is another thing entirely.

Communicating isn't enough.


I actually wrote a big chunk the other day but somehow deathray ate my data. Just as well. 


Anyhow, here is a contribution to the idea of followers. One doesn't help anyone by associating with selfseekers, and they are frequently met with. There needs to be a sense of mutual help or nothing fecundates.


from 'learning how to learn' by idries shah:


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ATTITUDES OF DISCIPLES


People tend to think first and mostly of themselves. This can mean that when they hear of our work, they passionately desire to take part in it, to learn more, to benefit themselves personally. When they do this it always means that they are feeding their ownselfishness, and have become fixated on personal advantage.

On the other hand, when people come into contact with our ideas and spread them to others in the right kind of way (that is, not cultishly or by setting themselves up as teachers) they are sharing as well as taking something in.

Such people never clamour first of all to be received, seen, taught, and so on. They cultivate a group of people, spread this knowledge as best they can, and then they ask whether they should come or whether someone might visit them. They are, in fact, in a condition to learn and to serve as well as to be served. This estab­lishes the continuum of serving and being served.

Others, on the other hand, spend large amounts of money to travel, collecting it sometimes from others, and think only of themselves, even if they do not realise it. If they do not see this behaviour in themselves it is for us to point it out to them, so that they can profit from so doing, and learn to readjust their greed by establishing the serve and be served continuum. This is what my teacher taught me. He used to say: 'Many people think I am only testing them when I send them messages to this effect or if I do not answer them, giving them an opportunity to change their approach from "Give me" to "What can I do?" but you will see, in this very place, how the people who come here under such conditions turn out to be unreachable, mere metaphysical tourists.'

He was completely right. So, by refusing to teach, he gave them an opportunity of learning this behaviour of their own through self­ observation. Some of them, although only a minority, actually learned this. Of course, we have been able to cut down very much on this difficulty by publishing anecdotes where it has been shown by classical and other teachers how anxiety to learn is sometimes a mask for self-interest. This has enabled quite large numbers of people to adopt a correct posture towards the Teaching.

Learning how to learn is well illustrated by this kind of ap­proach, and this does show how one and the same person can be unable to profit from the Teaching while he or she insists on ex­tending this greed side of the personality towards it, and how the same person may be able to learn when applying the better and more promising side towards it.

But do not forget that there are just as many who do not know how to teach as there are who cannot, in their present state, learn. There is even the circumstance that people who think that they can teach, are unconcerned about the learning side.
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genaro:
well that's completely over my head. so consider me beaten off with a stick but somehow I've got tom waits' 'the ocean doesn't want me to day ' as an earworm, it's a song about the ultimate negation, that will be strike three i guess.  https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tomwaits/theoceandoesntwantme.html (didn't watch the videos BTW i tend to skip most of those as i get chased by google demanding permission to steal all my data).
<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I found the "reply with quote" button but haven't yet figured out how to use it like you did...<br /><br /><br /><br />anyhows, here's one about influence...<br /><br /><br />from the way of chuang tzu trans merton...<br /><br /><br /><br />​​​​​​​<br /><br />THE EMPTY BOAT&nbsp;<br /><br /><br />He who rules men lives in confusion;<br />&nbsp;He who is ruled by men lives in sorrow.&nbsp;<br />Yao therefore desired&nbsp;<br />Neither to influence others&nbsp;<br />Nor to be influenced by them.&nbsp;<br />The way to get clear of confusion&nbsp;<br />And free of sorrow Is to live with&nbsp;<br />Tao In the land of the great Void.<br /><br />&nbsp;If a man is crossing a river&nbsp;<br />And an empty boat collides with his own skiff,&nbsp;<br />Even though he be a bad-tempered man&nbsp;<br />He will not become very angry.&nbsp;<br />But if he sees a man in the boat,&nbsp;<br />He will shout at him to steer clear.&nbsp;<br />If the shout is not heard, he will shout again,&nbsp;<br />And yet again, and begin cursing.&nbsp;<br />And all because there is somebody in the boat.&nbsp;<br />Yet if the boat were empty,&nbsp;<br />He would not be shouting, and not angry.<br /><br />&nbsp;If you can empty your own boat&nbsp;<br />Crossing the river of the world,&nbsp;<br />No one will oppose you,&nbsp;<br />No one will seek to harm you.<br /><br /><br /> 
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see?


from 'the way of chuang tzu,' trans merton
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THE EMPTY BOAT 


He who rules men lives in confusion;
 He who is ruled by men lives in sorrow. 
Yao therefore desired 
Neither to influence others 
Nor to be influenced by them. 
The way to get clear of confusion 
And free of sorrow Is to live with 
Tao In the land of the great Void.

 If a man is crossing a river 
And an empty boat collides with his own skiff, 
Even though he be a bad-tempered man 
He will not become very angry. 
But if he sees a man in the boat, 
He will shout at him to steer clear. 
If the shout is not heard, he will shout again, 
And yet again, and begin cursing. 
And all because there is somebody in the boat. 
Yet if the boat were empty, 
He would not be shouting, and not angry.

 If you can empty your own boat 
Crossing the river of the world, 
No one will oppose you, 
No one will seek to harm you.
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terry ...

That's two or is it three posts that i interpret as replying/ directed to me, so i guess you want a response!  

I did like the quote from idres shah, very apt, i have deep respect for the sufi tradition, it seems based very much in practicalities. It seems familiar somehow.

Earlier when i said 'I'm confused' it was an allusion to the fact that you'd mentioned "Descartes, buddha, lao/chuang taoism, prophets, greeks, genesis, kant, heraclitus, the buddha, lao tzu, etc, Dogen, augustine", and many other things.

And heidegger was a bit depressing to read so i skipped that. (i bounced off it)


So I'll mention the boat thing.

You say "see ?", followed by a poem

I see something from this but I'm not clear about what point you're trying to pass on. There's a bit about the unskilfullness of anger (instead of evasive action for example), a bit about lack of personal responsibility (shouting rather than evasive action), and a bit about perhaps no-self (last verse), yet it's remarkably poor advice to someone crossing a busy road.  Yet seeking to not influence anyone (for example, 4th line in the poem) does not quite match with what you've said upstream.

If i said 'yes i see' what would you understand?
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   “The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught the trap is forgotten. The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten. The purpose of the word is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.”

~chuang tzu


  We are caught in a trap, in nets of words. The tao te ching tells us: "more words count less." And, "he who talks does not know; he who knows does not talk." Zen requires "no dependence on words and letters." How are we then to communicate? Of course, it is words and letters themselves which inform us of their own emptiness. Like the ego telling us to abandon the ego.

   A paradox only because words make it so. Words were once tools but now have become our very environment, a veil keeping us from the world. Everything we see and do is a simulation of what we once knew as real.

  When we say, "I think," we feel sure that this, at least, is "true." "Think" is a verb, and a verb requires actor, so we assume for the sake of conversation that we - that is, "I" - are doing thinking. This is the disease, the root of mental illness. Samsara. Universal suffering. Aka "identification" or "attachment."

   I can't talk philosophy with "philosophers," who are all what plato hated and opposed as "sophists." People lost in egotism "using" "philosophy" for personal gain. The love of truth has nothing to do with it, indeed is despised as naive.

   Who can I talk to? Those who have "forgotten words," meditators. People who have confronted what we call "monkey mind," the babble that reveals itself when we take it as  a "whole mass of suffering" and deal with it as a monolith, something to be overcome. We begin a process, what we call a practice, of detaching from our "voices."

   If we then consider these voices as phenomena, they begin to reveal "who" they are, and "where" they are coming from. Like, they are nobody and come from nowhere. A thought comes into our head and if we are identified we believe that there is some real self who really exists and is us. The real problem being: this self who we imagine is thinking is not our real self at all.

   Our thoughts spring from all manner of instinctual fears and desires. The more attention we give them, the more we take them seriously, the more strongly they seem to be who we are. None of them are who we really are, they are our "crowd of inferiors," a veritable mob of would be usurpers of our consciousness and intellect. 

   Carol anthony comments on hexagram 52 of the yi jing:


"Meditation is a route to attaining clarity. Through it we disconnect ourself from the ego's dominance. When we first attempt meditation, we encounter restlessnes in the form of pressuring thoughts. For example, we may wonder why we make the effort. This wondering is the ego's resisting loss of its dominance. If we resolutely resist such thoughts and persist in our effort, ego separation begins. A space develops between ourselves and our ego. Thoughts that seemed to be our own now seem to come from elsewhere and we are conscious only of hearing and considering them. If we continue listening in this objective way, we may even see that they come from dwarf sized people with childish impetuosity: fearful and urging us to look or to act when worried, or gleeful when pleased. They are not unlike Snow White's seven dwarfs, some grumpy, some complaining, some self-pitying, some generous, some timid and some bubbling with enthusiasm. Both good and bad, they are our "inferiors." The point at which we can see and hear them is important, because we become aware of our true self - the eye that sees and the ear that hears."


   When the mob rules, we have mental illness. People listen to their voices and the more fear is generated by these voices the more compelling they become. Eventually one's "chemistry" changes due to chronic states of anxiety and depression, and they become habitual tendencies.

   These "demons" are in fact a mob of unruly children requiring discipline and love. One may laugh at their chronic stupidities and predictable concerns, restrain the powerful urgings, and treat with contempt the evil impulses.

   Once the gang is put in their place and kept there, we can be the eye and ear of god, the knower. We cannot speak, but we can listen to the dharma.

   So, this is you who I am speaking to, the listener to the dharma, those who have eyes to see and ears to hear.

   I know that disciplinng this crowd and ignoring them is difficult, and takes a lot of practice. People have doubts, fears, and mistrust, and listen to and identify with these concerns. We can identify with our inner napoleon, and give the crowd "a whiff of grapeshot." Having real self-confidence is having confidence in the integrity if this "non-self" who is unattached, and is the opposite of self esteem, or vanity.

   The people who can detach and see things clearly are the two per cent, the elite, the pacesetters, the charismatic people who the crowd follows. The ones who let themselves go and channel the zeitgeist. The herd does not want to lead, they have problems of their own and lack any sort of confidence, unless it is in being a donkey and being skilled in smelling donkey urine in the road.

   Rarely, a gazelle is caught and put in the stable with the donkeys. Or a royal falcon is put into a cage with crows. Rumi's images refer to our true self being caught up with these dwarfs, our crowd of inferiors all clamoring for attention and driving us mad, or to drink. Our relief? "I take refuge in the buddha, the dharma, and the sangha."

   It is really these self confident free spirits I need to speak with. Like nietzsche, I could be content to think that they'll show up sooner or later, in god's good time, but as I have indicated, our time on this planet may not be long if we don't wake up soon, so we might as well roll the dice.

   It isn't a matter of desire to lead and show people the way, again, that is the opposite of what is needed. Anyone who can free themselves of the crushing dominance of ego and begin to deal with the Situation is one of the two per cent. It is a matter of taking responsibility for the dim and blind because you can see. Moi? Oui, vraiment.

   Take your insistent voices to a therapist and they will take them seriously, exactly the wrong thing, and probably offer you drugs if you won't pretend you have changed, the next exact wrong thing. Incidently, this "treatment" ensures that they will have lots more business down the road.

   Ditch your voices and you find you are with us, facing the Situation.

   In my next installment I will trace the loss of the world back to the learning of language. Eventually we can perhaps unlearn language as a veil and a snare and regain it as a tool for communicating ideas.


terry



from "ode on intimations of immortality" by wordsworth:


Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
         Hath had elsewhere its setting
              And cometh from afar;
         Not in entire forgetfulness,
         And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come 
              From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
              Upon the growing Boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
              He sees it in his joy;
The Youth, who daily farther from the east
    Must travel, still is Nature's priest,
         And by the vision splendid
         Is on his way attended;
At length the Man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.
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aloha genaro,

   If you are going to skip the videos, you won't see.

   And the heidegger was the best part.

   Hopefully if you stick with it wome sort of insight will arise, probably something I didn't mean at all.

​​​​​​​   (winky smiley)

terry
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I know this is long, but I resisted posting wordsworth's whole ode, which I consider perhaps the best poem ever written in the english language...

It's ok to skip but you may find it rewarding and germane...

(rumi wrote in persian...)

I painstakingly typed this in for a friend because I couldn't find a digital copy...




this is from “feeling the shoulder of the lion,” rumi, trans barks…





THE GAZELLE


A hunter captures a gazelle and puts it
in the stable with the cows and the donkeys.

The gazelle runs about wild with fear and confusion.
Every night the man pours out chopped-up straw
for the barn animals. They love it,
but the gazelle shies quickly from side to side
in the big stall, trying to get away
from the smokey dust of the straw
and the animals milling to eat it.

Whoever has been left for a time
with those who are different
will know how forsaken
this gazelle feels.

Solomon loved the company of the hoopoe.
“Unless she has a valid excuse to be absent,
I will punish her for not being here 
with the worst punishment there is.”

And what might that be? What the gazelle
is going through: to be confined somewhere
apart from your own kind.

The soul is that way in the body,
a royal falcon put in with crows.
It sits here and endures what it must,
like a great saint, like an Abu Baker,
in the city of Sabzawar.

Once the great king Khwarizm
besieged Sabzawar. They gave up easily.
“Whatever you require in tribute we will give.”

“Bring me a holy person, someone who lives
united with God, or I will harvest
your inhabitants like corn.”

They brought sacks of gold. They knew that
no one is Sabzawar lived in that state.
“Do you think I am still a child
that I should be fascinated with coins?”

For three days and nights
they called through the town
looking for an Abu Baker.

Finally, they saw a traveler
lying in a ruined corner of a wall,
sick and exhausted.

Immediately, they recognized a True Person.
“Get up! The king wants to see you.
You can save our lives!”

“I’m not supposed to be here.
If I could walk, I would already have arrived
in the city where my friends are.”

They lifted him above their heads on a board
like corpses are carried on
and bore him to the king.

Sabzawar is this world,
where a True Person wastes away,
apparently worthless,

yet all the king wants from Sabzawar
is such a one. Nothing else would do.

Muhammed says, “God does not look at outward forms,
but at the love within your love.”

The Qalb, the inner heart, that space 
in which seven hundred universes 
are just a lost speck,

we’re looking for that in the small,
seedy town of Sabzawar! And sometimes,
we find it.

One who has that love is like a six-sided mirror
through which God can look at us, here.

The gifts come through such a one.
His palm opens without conditions.
That union cannot be said.

I leave this subject with you.

Wealthy people bring money.
God says, “Bring devotion to one
whose loving mixes with mine.”

That love is what God wants.
That love is a mother and father
to us and is the origin of every living creature.

You might say, “Lord,
I have brought this heart-love.”

“Qutu, an ordinary town in Turfan
is full of this kind of love. Instead,
bring the Qalb of the Qutb, the soul
of the soul of Adam.”
 
God waits for that.
One may wander days in Sabzawar
and not see such a being.

The noblest native in Sabzawar might come,
and God would say, “Why do you offer this
rotting corpse? Bring the inner love
of one who can save Sabzawar.”

Just the sight of them together,
a native of Sabzawar and a True Human Being,
who might be traveling through,
is painful. Yet sometimes they talk.

A townsperson may behave kindly
toward a Qalb-person, but it’s almost always
hypocrisy. He nods and says yes.
He acts sincere, but he’s really tricky,
and looking for an advantage.

If a saint accepts his hypocrisy,
he’s saved, and that often happens.
The holy ones love to buy damaged goods,
and turn lying into truth.

If someone’s trickery seems charming to you,
remember he’s only your saint, not a real one.
Someone who is like you will often sound prophetic.

Renounce sensuality so you can sharpen
your spiritual sense. Your olfactory nerve
has been deadened. You cannot catch the fragrance
of sweet musk or ambergris. It’s as though
they no longer exist for you.

All this time, our gazelle
has been running back and forth in the stable!

For many days this precious animal
wriggles like a fish thrown up on dry ground.
Like dung and rare incense closed
side by side in a box.

One donkey says sarcastically, “This guy is wild!
He must be somebody special!”

Another, “With all his ebb and flow, he must be
making a pearl. Probably a cheap one."

Another, “Why can’t he eat what we eat?”

Another donkey gets indigestion and offers 
the gazelle his fodder with a formal invitation.

“No thank you. I am unwell too.”

The donkey is offended. “Don’t be so aloof.
Are you afraid of what people will say
if you’re seen eating with me?”

The gazelle doesn’t answer, but he thinks, 
“Your food is for you. It revives your strength.
But I have known a pasture by a creek
where hyacinths and anemones and sweet basil grow.
My food is there. Some destiny put me here,
but I can’t forget the other. If my 
body gets old and sick, still my spirit 
can stay new.”

The donkey seems to know what the gazelle 
is thinking. “Yes, anyone dan brag
in strange country. Who’s to know?”

The gazelle, “This musk gland identifies me,
but no one here has a nose tuned to that scent.
Donkeys like to smell donkey urine on the road,
and that’s all.”

Muhammed says, “True surrender is odd
in this world. Even ‘Islamic’ relatives
avoid a perfect saint.”

He or she may look human, but there’s a lion nature
inside. If you’re happy being a cow, stay away.

Potiphar, the king of Egypt, in a dream once
saw with his spiritual eyes seven well-nourished cows
and seven lean cows that came and ate the fat cows.

Lean cows are lions inside,
like a True Person who can detach you completely
from the dregs of your cow-nature

and make you so pure and spacious
that your foot touches Orion’s belt.

How long will I keep caw-talking like a crow?

Husam, why did you kill your rooster?

“Because I began to hear
the friend’s voice
inside me.”

A rooster loves lust, and lust again,
and instant satisfaction of lust,
that poisonous, cheap wine.

If it weren’t necessary for procreation, Adam
would have castrated himself in shame
over his own lechery.

Satan comes to God and says,
“I need some powerful bait.”

God gives him gold and silver
and herds of beautiful horses.

“Bravo!” says Satan, but his lip drops,
and he screws up his lemon face.

God throws in the other precious metals 
and the gemstones.

“Oh thank you! And might there be anything else
around here that I could use?”

God gives the marbled meats,
and the tasty sherbets,
and the silk robes.

“But I need something that will hold and keep holding
like a rope woven of palm-fiber,
so that your holy people can show their holy strengths
by bursting something very powerful.
I want an even more cunning lure.”

God brings wine and a harp.
Satan smiles a crooked half-smile.
Those are not exactly what he had in mind.

The suddenly, as though a dry path appeared
through the Red Sea, Satan saw the beauty of women,
and he began to dance. “More! More!”

The hazy eyes, the fascination of a soft cheek,
a cheekbone, a reddening lip, the glance
that burns a man like a cumin seed
on a hot fire-brick!

A young woman’s light, coquettish half-walk, half-run
springs to Satan’s eyes like a revelation of divine glory,
and a lifting of the veil.

Some comment on the text, We created man  woman
in the best physical and mental proportion,
and then We reduced them to the lowest of the low
.

The garden beauty, to which the angels bowed down,
after a time, was dragged by the hair
by Gabriel and led out.

Why? Why was paradise lost?
Why does a date-palm lose its leaves in autumn?
Why does every beautiful face grow in old age
wrinkled like the back of a Libyan lizard?
Why does a full head of hair get bald?
Why is the tall, straight figure
that divided the ranks like a spear
now bent almost double?

The bright-red anemone grows saffron.
Lion strength weakens to nothing.
The wrestler who could hold anyone down
is led out with two people supporting him,
their shoulders under his arms.

These are all messages from the fall.
What fault was committed?

God answers,
                       “The crime is
that they put on borrowed robes
and pretended they were theirs.

I take the beautiful clothes back,
so that you will learn the robe
of appearance is only a loan.”

The sheaf-stack belongs to God.
Human beings are gleaners.
Rays from the sun.

The earth-colored glass
makes everything seem diverse,
but that glass eventually shatters.

Your lamp was lit from another lamp.
All God wants is your gratitude for that.

Lend, is the divine command.
Make God a loan from your existence,
and see what fortunes accumulate!

Diminish a little, for your own sake,
all this eating and drinking, and watch
a new basin fill in front of you.

Then God may say, “Death, 
give back what you took.”

But you’ll turn away.
You won’t want those things.

Sufis throw away their wanting and their objects.
They abandon pieces of clothing in the dance,
and those articles are never returned.

They are given to the singer,
or divided among the dancers.

They arise from a briny, annihilating 
ocean into pure clarity.

They confront the world openly with its arrogance
and its hypocrisy. They are warriors 
for non-existence.

The planter works with the most joy
whose barn is completely empty,
the planter who works for that 
which has not appeared.

Second by second I know you’re expecting
some sure understanding, some spiritual perception,
some peace, but I am not allowed to say
more about this mystery,

or else I would create a Baghdad
in the wilds of the Georgia mountains,
and there would be no more doubting!
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correction: I said, "might as well roll the dice" but I meant to say, "might as well go for broke"

​​​​​​​aloha
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​​​​​​​The Second Coming 
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Turning and turning in the widening gyre   
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst   
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.   
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out   
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,   
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it   
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.   
The darkness drops again; but now I know   
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,   
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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trusting soul that I am, I don't back up my posts before posting them...

I just spent five hours on a long post and it totally disppeared when "published"...

I feel bad about that, not wanting to do it again...


heraclitus says all human effort is like a child at the sea shore, building up structures and then kicking them down again, all in play...


I have to say I feel defeated here by deathray, the destroyer, I can't be doing this any more...
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Hello !

I still hope that you post terry emoticon  This is sadly the three marks manifesting as always 
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​​​​​​​strike three...
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Noooooo!

I'll miss you, terry.
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terry ...

five hours of no doubt intense thought, not to mention blisters on your fingers ... yes i'd be pee'd off.  I hope it rhymed!
but hey, come on, resilience .... what you do this stuff for?
man up, why make such a sissy fuss* about it?  

here's a kind suggestion:

1) beam into the DhO and look at the page that excites you
2) compose something in a text editor, occasionally clicking on the 'save' button
3) when it's just jim dandy, log in to the DhO, and cut and paste the words into deathray, adjust the formatting and click on 'Publish'

I still won't understand what you say, but hey I'm weird.


* apologies,  i cannot resist a pun, especially when i visit the autism spectrum disorder spectrum.  and apologies to anyone offended by hetero normative cis gender conversational gambits, it was kind of forced by the pun, i have no particular attachment to the words.  *-o

may terry find renewed vigour!  may the DhO be redeemed!
may i stop sending stupid posts!
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 I will miss you too terry.

I hope you continue to post, if possibe, please.
Thanks. 
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sissy fuss, I like that...it's an uphill battle...

continuing to post is going to be difficult if the machine rejects "long" posts...


I do have more I would like to share, though...I'll try to be brief...I'm not good at backing up...


so, to zen buddhism as post modern philosophy...
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time and narrative...ricouer, marcel, merleau-ponty, I love them dearly...


the narrative creates the narrator: we become who we are by telling stories about ourselves and others, the internalization of the child's continual pretending...the stories all feature "selves" and anchor them in past-present-future....

most psychologists encourage this process, a process of selfing, of enhancing the self, taking control and navigating your life, wanting you to have more "good" stories to enhance self-esteem, which they mistake for eudaimonia, the good life...

buddhism recommends the opposite, unselfing, giving up the narrative, giving up past and future, living presently and harmoniously without fuss, passive or active...


as nietzsche says in ten sentences what others can't say in whole books, simone weil condenses the work of the above philosophers into a few paragraphs...like poetry, it needs a bit of interpreting...


simone weil says in gravity and grace:


RENUNCIATION OF TIME

Time is an image of eternity, but it is also a substitute for eternity.

The miser whose treasure has been taken from him. It is some of the frozen past which he has lost. Past and future, man’s only riches.

The future is a filler of void places. Sometimes the past also plays this part (‘I used to be,’ ‘I once did this or that . . .’). But there are other cases when affliction makes the thought of happiness intolerable; then it robs the sufferer of his past (nessun maggior dolore . . .).

The past and the future hinder the wholesome effect of affliction by providing an unlimited field for imaginary elevation. That is why the renunciation of past and future is the first of all renunciations.

The present does not attain finality. Nor does the future, for it is only what will be present. We do not know this, however. If we apply to the present the point of that desire within us which corresponds to finality, it pierces right through to the eternal.

That is the use of despair which turns the attention away from the future.

When we are disappointed by a pleasure which we have been expecting and which comes, the disappointment is because we were expecting the future, and as soon as it is there it is present. We want the future to be there without ceasing to be future. This is an absurdity of which eternity alone is the cure.


Time and the cave. To come out of the cave, to be detached, means to cease to make the future our objective.

A method of purification: to pray to God, not only in secret as far as men are concerned, but with the thought that God does not exist.

Piety with regard to the dead: to do everything for what doe not exist.

The suffering caused by the death of others is due to this pain of a void and of lost equilibrium. Efforts henceforward follow without an object and therefore without a reward. If the imagination makes good this void—debasement. ‘Let the dead bury their dead.’ And as to our own death, is it not the same? The object and the reward are in the future. Deprivation of the future—void, loss of equilibrium. That is why ‘to philosophise is to learn to die’. That is why ‘to pray is like a death’.

When pain and weariness reach the point of causing a sense of perpetuity to be born in the soul, through contemplating this perpetuity with acceptance and love, we are snatched away into eternity.

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and this is analyzed with a zen buddhist perspective in the following article:


https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/23312521.2019.1567296



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I like that - 'the internalization of the child's continual pretending' 

Sometimes I find it hard to tell the difference between giving up the narrative and suppressing the narrative ... it's just a narrative, after all emoticon
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welcome back terry.

just write it all offline and then cut and paste , it's painless


that longish quote from simone made more sense to me that a lot of the previous stuff, & certainly a lot more fun than heidegger.
... but it will take a while to peruse the rest.
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of course, heidegger was a nazi, but simone weil, aka "the red virgin" was never known as a "fun" person...

but yes, mysticism is more fun than philosophy...aeschylus used to make fun of socrates, a well known gadfly and bore, given to unseemly rages and personally ugly which was in itself offensive to greek sensibilities...but youth love to have their morals corrupted...

cutting and pasting is fine but not as spontaneous and throwing stuff you have worked hard at into the void is an habitual tendency....

the article linked is excellent,needless to say... linda might particularly find it interesting...

terry



"All joy is IDIOT JOY!
All wisdom is IDIOT WISDOM!"

r h blythe, from zen in english literature and oriental classics
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the post that disappeared featured jean baudrillard and may have appeared (at first reading) as opaque and disturbing as the heidegger...

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much of it was inspired by the following, which I used as a central text and expanded on a great deal; that part of my project involved exploring how as a culture we tend to mistake the sign for the real...the buddha recognized the sign world as one of karma, of cause and effect and the willing (sentience) which sees "things" that way, and expounded a dharma of the real involving the dependent coarising of phenomena, emphasizing direct perception without conceptual mediation or filtering (conditioning)...

you know, stuff like 'this is fun and that isn't'...

​​​​​​​anyhows:

quote:

Representation stems from the principle of the equivalence of the sign and of the real (even if this equivalence is Utopian, it is a fundamental axiom). Simulation, on the contrary, stems from the Utopia of the principle of equivalence, from the radical negation of the sign as value, from the sign as the reversion and death sentence of every reference. Whereas representation attempts to absorb simulation by interpreting it as a false representation, simulation envelops the whole edifice of representation itself as a simulacrum.

Such would be the successive phases of the image:

it is the reflection of a profound reality;
it masks and denatures a profound reality;
it masks the absence of a profound reality;
it has no relation to any reality whatsoever;
it is its own pure simulacrum.

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jean baudrillard, from simulacra and simulation
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from the oxherding pictures, kakuan shien as interpreted by d t suzuki:


​​​​​​​VII

The Ox Forgotten, Leaving the Man Alone


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The dharmas are one and the ox is symbolic. When you know that what you need is not the snare or set-net but the hare or fish, it is like gold separated from the dross, it is like the moon rising out of the clouds. The one ray of light serene and penetrating shines even before days of creation.
Riding on the animal, he is at last back in his home,
Where lo! the ox is no more; the man alone sits serenely.
Though the red sun is high up in the sky, he is still quietly dreaming,
Under a straw-thatched roof are his whip and rope idly lying. 
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for example, the fashion industry, not content with ever more distressed jeans that simulate the effects of hard use and penury far beyond anything actual poor people would consider wearing, is now introducing simulated dirt...
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I struggle to untangle learning sign, grasping sign, conterpart sign and more besides. (ok that's a diff context) the problem being that we make ourr own meanings of other people words.

"as a culture we tend to mistake the sign for the real"

IMHO we mistake words for reality more often.  Never met heidegger myself. I know i filter stuff sometimes it's by choice.

Simulacra .... Please don't go all Matrix, pleasse....

Can't we just follow the great  to mega therion and say 'manifestation implies illiusion' and be done with it?

There's no direct perepction, 'first access' via a sense door is already processed, bigly.

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i promise never to try using that quote button again.
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(cut and paste, painless...)

see you and raise...

(once again, bra, our society is crumbling fast...the child playing at the seashore hasn't noticed the wave bearing down yet...semi-seriousness is indicated)


more baudrillard, op cit:


Ethnology brushed up against its paradoxical death in 1971, the day when the Philippine government decided to return the few dozen Tasaday who had just been discovered in the depths of the jungle, where they had lived for eight centuries without any contact with the rest of the species, to their primitive state, out of the reach of colonizers, tourists, and ethnologists. This at the suggestion of the anthropologists themselves, who were seeing the indigenous people disintegrate immediately upon contact, like mummies in the open air.
In order for ethnology to live, its object must die; by dying, the object takes its revenge for being "discovered" and with its death defies the science that wants to grasp it.

Doesn't all science live on this paradoxical slope to which it is doomed by the evanescence of its object in its very apprehension, and by the pitiless reversal that the dead object exerts on it? Like Orpheus, it always turns around too soon, and, like Eurydice, its object falls back into Hades.

It is against this hell of the paradox that the ethnologists wished to protect themselves by cordoning off the Tasaday with virgin forest. No one can touch them anymore: as in a mine the vein is closed down. Science loses precious capital there, but the object will be safe, lost to science, but intact in its "virginity." It is not a question of sacrifice (science never sacrifices itself, it is always murderous), but of the simulated sacrifice of its object in order to save its reality principle. The Tasaday, frozen in their natural element, will provide a perfect alibi, an eternal guarantee. Here begins an antiethnology that will never end and to which Jaulin, Castaneda, Clastres are various witnesses. In any case, the logical evolution of a science is to distance itself increasingly from its object, until it dispenses with it entirely: its autonomy is only rendered even more fantastic - it attains its pure form.

The Indian thus returned to the ghetto, in the glass coffin of the virgin forest, again becomes the model of simulation of all the possible Indians from before ethnology. This model thus grants itself the luxury to incarnate itself beyond itself in the "brute" reality of these Indians it has entirely reinvented - Savages who are indebted to ethnology for still being Savages: what a turn of events, what a triumph for this science that seemed dedicated to their destruction!

Of course, these savages are posthumous: frozen, cryogenized, sterilized, protected to death, they have become referential simulacra, and science itself has become pure simulation. The same holds true at Cruesot, at the level of the "open" museum where one museumified in situ, as "historical" witnesses of their period, entire working-class neighborhoods, living metallurgic zones, an entire culture, men, women, and children included - gestures, languages, customs fossilized alive as in a snapshot. The museum, instead of being circumscribed as a geometric site, is everywhere now, like a dimension of life. Thus ethnology, rather than circumscribing itself as an objective science, will today, liberated from its object, be applied to all living things and make itself invisible, like an omnipresent fourth dimension, that of the simulacrum. We are all Tasadays, Indians who have again become what they were - simulacral Indians who at last proclaim
the universal truth of ethnology.

We have all become living specimens in the spectral light of ethnology, or of antiethnology, which is nothing but the pure form of triumphal ethnology, under the sign of dead differences, and of the resurrection of differences. It is thus very naive to look for ethnology in the Savages or in some Third World - it is here, everywhere, in the metropolises, in the White community, in a world completely cataloged and analyzed, then artificially resurrected under the auspices of the real, in a world of simulation, of the hallucination of truth, of the blackmail of the real, of the murder of every symbolic form and of its hysterical, historical retrospection - a murder of which the Savages, noblesse oblige, were the first victims, but that for a long time has extended to all Western societies.

But in the same breath ethnology grants us its only and final lesson, the secret that kills it (and which the Savages knew better than it did): the vengeance of the dead.

The confinement of the scientific object is equal to the confinement of the mad and the dead. And just as all of society is irremediably contaminated by this mirror of madness that it has held up to itself, science can't help but die contaminated by the death of this object that is its inverse mirror. It is science that masters the objects, but it is the objects that invest it with depth, according to an unconscious reversion, which only gives a dead and circular response to a dead and circular interrogation.
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genaro said:

"There's no direct perepction, 'first access' via a sense door is already processed, bigly."



try consider the idea that sense-perception is actually quite direct, but that your attention is turned to simulacra so you are not aware of the world around you, at all...

in fact, you have been conditioned to believe that there is no real world of direct perception, that the senses are all pre-processed...so you are only aware of the "processing," the conditioning, the interpretation of events and not the events themselves...

this is the world of desire, of the will to power clouding the mind...one sees only tools and weapons on a background of struggling for advantage...


the other day I was on my way to ocean view from hawi going through kona and there happened to be an awesome sunset going down over kailua bay...I was thinking of pulling over just to glow with it when I noticed all along the road people had pulled over to watch the sunset...that made me glow all by itself...


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"our society is crumbling fast..."  ... these are the end times! kali yuga in full play!  i blame the @internet.

Re JB:
have you read 'the lottery' by jorge luis borges (in the collection 'ficcionnes' translated into english as 'labyrinths') ?
JB in your quote also concocts 'the museum': a striking parallel with 'the library' from the same book (museum has all possible people, library all possible books)

BTW that prose is a bit overworked i'd like to opine, to the point of nearly obscuring the meaning.

if you like, knowledge is circular, or relative, and tainted by context. does anyone really have a problem with that?
is that startling in any way?

is anthropology racist? surely not? it's scientific after all ;-(  
didn't a lot of 'savages' (sic) just tell the ethnologists some stories to keep them happy/ get rid of them, making the studies relate to the perpertrators gullibility?

yes indeed science is not as much fun as mysticism, or alien conspiracy theories, but i have my tinfoil hat ready for when they come to ethnologise us lot. these are the end times. and that's fine.

had to check this:
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simulacrum (ˌsɪmjʊˈleɪkrəm) or simulacrenpl -cra (-krə)
1. any image or representation of something
2. a slight, unreal, or vague semblance of something; superficial likeness
[C16: from Latin: likeness, from simulāre to imitate, from similis like]

yup that pretty much sums up anything i'm aware of.
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aloha genaro,&nbsp;<br /><br /><br />borges labyrinths are heidegger's worlds..."whorled without aimed" (joyce)...<br /><br />the fact that simulacra are everything you are aware of is the very condition of not being enlightened...the point eing is that this condition might be regarded as a sickness, a prison, something to be healed or escaped, some freedom to be sought and realized upon recognition...<br /><br />yes, the library is a world, the museum is a world, the castle, the penal colony...the post office, the supermarket, the university, this virtual sangha...all these worlds made of simulacra, peopled by avatars...<br /><br />now we have "virtual reality" superimposed on the collective dream, the attenuation of reality indicated by baudrillard as progressively more remote-from-reality simulations are superimposed on each other, simulated capitalism, simulated democracy, simulated communism, simulated useful work, simulated art (and musick!), simulated food and drink, simulated sex, simulated adventure, simulated rest...simulated enlightenment...just buy the app, or play the rpg...fly to westworld and pretend it is there for your amusemen, have simulated fun...don't touch the mantas, don't disturb the dolphins, but slaughter the marlins ok, so we pay for your prison...<br /><br />money and power always were/are/will be simulacra, virtual extensions of desire, nonexistent dream fragments imposed on reality as forms existing only in the minds of susceptible persons...<br /><br />freedom is seeing all these forms as empty...<br /><br /><br />t<br /><br /> 
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perception is 'quite direct'

​​​​​​​i rest my case m'lord
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   The point of this project pnce again is to point out how words basically create worlds of existence that are culturally superimposed on reality in order to control people.

   That we are enslaved by words, only dimly realize it, and need to systematically practice to be free.

   The standpoint we need to attain involves abandonment of the ego-affirming worlds in which money and power have personal significance.


   The initial difficulty is that we speak in words, thus invoking the very chains which bind us. The thesis here is that there is a fundamental reality that cannot be characterized in words, but can be directly perceived.

   My words are not trying to explain a process, they are trying to grab this word-simulation-worlding by the throat and choke it to death, strike it out. Leaving only buddha nature, nondual reality, nothing superimposed, no dependence on words and letters.


   So...to the heart of the matter, once more: dogen says, "impermanence is buddha nature." In western terms, we need to unpack this, and deconstruct the obstruction.

   Impermanence is totally dependent on time. Past present future is the structure of impermanence as it goes whizzing by, they are the categories of our simulated reality, in which money and power, obligation and compulsion, are based.

   In our impermanent worlds, we are goal driven. The present is a step on a path to a goal. We can only live in the present but it doesn't really exist, it is a point in time with no length breadth or width. the future is always an as-yet-unrealized dimension, and the past just a memory, a trace. Time is a means to an end. Caught in this mental net of time we are transported out of reality into our prison.

   The tendency even when hearing the truth is to turn it into something that fits in the dream, like when the alarm clock goes off and you dream you are hearing a bell in a cityscape da doo dah. Try see that the present really is an empty category, and thus so is future and past, that once abandoned these categories no longer conceal the timelessness of the one pearl, which unfolds like an endless flower.

(try watch this video and mute the audio altogether:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWKCsrwA1PY)

   We automatically cope with old worlds and learn oew ones, its in our dna. No need for the assistance of ego, that hostage to fortune exploited the world over, time out of mind. 

   Dogen says, "practice is enlightenment." Forget the conditioning of society and just focus on practice. As practice becomes central, social conditioning is just more routine coping. Coping automatically without the assistance of ego we are at least assured we do the best we can. There is a certain grace that is at least internally unmistakeable.

   To say that, "the path is the goal" is not to confuse the two: practice is practice, enlightenment is enlightenment. Practice takes resolution and involves continuous effort. Enlightenment is free, it is our underlying condition. In practicing, we are enlightened; enlightened, we practice. Not two. The middle way.

   To say that, "form is emptiness" does not deny that form exists. Only that "existence" is a result of words, is based on (false) categories, is unreal and a detriment to living wisely and happily.

   So assiduously seek nonexistence. That is your true self. All else will be added unto you.

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I'm in agreement with all of that!

But i'll stand back and let you develop your theme. 

I'm most interested in excerpts based on yr own personal experience, in your own words, without reference to poetry, songs, suttas, gurus ... yet this is not posted as a practice log so maybe i'm wrong here.
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Genaro, I think what terry posted is a manifesto. If he posts a lot of additional words it'll get watered down and lose its impact. I like what he posted, as is.

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additional words for chris:


time flies like an arrow
​​​​​​​fruit flies like a banana
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Very cool - thanks!
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I have my moments...

​​​​​​​(wink)
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The WASP (Texas Radio and the Big Beat)
Song by The Doors

I want to tell you 'bout Texas radio and the big beat
Comes out of the Virginia swamps
Cool and slow with plenty of precision
With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
This is the land where the Pharaoh died
The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
They are saying, "forget the night
Live with us in forests of azure
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned, immaculate"
Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
The meager food for souls forgot
I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
I'll tell you this
No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas radio and the Big Beat
Soft, driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
I'll tell you 'bout the Texas radio
I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
Wandering the Western dream
Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
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me and my new puppy kala meditate together...

she is teaching me about wordless attention...

in only a few sessions she is a better meditator than me...

we do tantra...

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beginner's mind is the way...
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genaro said:


I'm most interested in excerpts based on yr own personal experience, in your own words, without reference to poetry, songs, suttas, gurus ... yet this is not posted as a practice log so maybe i'm wrong here.


...................

I was going to publish a blank practice log once a year on april first but decided that would be crass...

"my own words" always have a context...at best that is suttas songs poetry and gurus (thank god)...

borges had a story about a fraying map that was coextensive with the entire territory, a concept he lifted from lewis carroll...this is a metaphor for the fraying of one's symbolic representations...for me publishing a practice log would be like a subvocalization of my entire existence, there is literally no time...


"my own experience" only resonates - only makes sense, common sense - if it is the experience of others as
well...I'm as boring at root as anyone else...open my guts and they look like any intestines anywhere...

t


bob dylan:

I'm just average
common too
I'm just like him
same as you
ain't no use talking to me
it's just the same as talking to you
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Love Came and Emptied Me of Self
(nobody, son of nobody)

Love came and emptied me of self,
every vein and every pore,
made into a container to be filled by the Beloved.
Of me, only a name is left,
the rest is You my Friend, my Beloved.

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From: Abramian, Vraje (ed. and transl.), Nobody, Son of Nobody: Poems of Sheikh Abu-Saeed Abil-Kheir, 2001, Hohm Press: Prescott, Arizona, p. 13.
Date: 11th century (original in Persian); 2001 (translation in English)

By: Abū-Sa’īd Abul-Khayr (967-1049)

Translated by: Vraje Abramian (19??- )
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"Nobody, Son of Nobody"...
Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir (Abu Sa'id ibn Ab'il Khair ) (967 - 1049 ce) referring to himself as "nobody, son of nobody" he expressed the reality that his life had disappeared in the heart of God. This revered Persian Sufi mystic from Khorasan preceded the great poet Jalaluddin Rumi by over two hundred years on the same path of annihilation in Love.


Until you become an unbeliever in your own self,
you cannot become a believer in God.

~~

If you are seeking closeness to the Beloved,
love everyone.
Whether in their presence or absence,
see only their good.
If you want to be as clear and refreshing as
the breath of the morning breeze,
like the sun, have nothing but warmth and light
for everyone.

~~

Beloved, show me the way out of this prison.
Make me heedless of both worlds.
Pray, erase from mind all
that is not You.

Have mercy Beloved,
though I am nothing but forgetfulness,
You are the essence of forgiveness.
Make me heedless of all but You.

~~

Piousness and the path of love
are two different roads.
Love is the fire that burns both belief
and non-belief.
Those who practice Love have neither
religion nor caste.

~~

Be humble.
Only fools take pride in their station here, trapped in
a cage of dust, moisture, heat and air.
No need to complain of calamities,
this illusion of a life lasts but a moment.

~~

Suppose you can recite a thousand holy
verses from memory.
What are you going to do
with your ego self, the true
mark of the heretic?
Every time your head touches
the ground in prayers, remember,
this was to teach you to
put down that load of ego
which bars you from entering
the chamber of the Beloved.

To your mind feed understanding,
to your heart, tolerance and compassion.
The simpler your life, the more meaningful.
The less you desire of the world,
the more room you will have in it
to fill with the Beloved.

The best use of your tongue
is to repeat the Beloved's Name in devotion.
The best prayers are those in
the solitude of the night.
The shortest way to the Friend
is through selfless service and
generosity to His creatures.

Those with no sense of honor and dignity are best avoided.
Those who change colors constantly
are best forgotten.
The best way to be with those
bereft of the Beloved's qualities,
is to forget them in the
joy of silence in one's corner of solitude.

Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir - "Nobody, Son of Nobody"

~~

from wahiduddin.net
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once again, with words, almost have to apologize for speaking...the silence is more significant, like the white paper or the blackboard...think of escher, the hand drawing the hand...

lao tzu told us, "he who speaks does not know; he who knows does not speak"...he said, "more words count less"...what was he talking about?

the very first clause in the tao te ching tells the story entire:

the name that can be named is not the true name


   
In the last episode I spoke of the emptiness of the concept of time, particularly the present, and that seemed obvious enough. But all words are empty. That is, empty of any real meaning other than what we imagine at the moment, meaning that is as ephemeral as a sunbeam.

   All things have a name. All names refer to a thing. Things are conjured up as if by magic by the act of naming them. By naming, emptiness becomes form. In the quranic metaphor, "God says 'be' and it is." Language is the creator, and the created only exist as named, "In the beginning was the word, and the word was with god, and the word was god." (john 1:1)

   Where buddhism intersects with this is to point out how anthropomorphic it all is. The world that exists for us is a human world, made in our image. We tend to think our world is the world, but all organisms have a unique species take on our common reality, a unique form of consciousness.

   Since nagarjuna, mahayana buddhism generally reflects the "two views" of nonduality and phenomenality. One of the more esoteric teachings is that enlightenment is the true state of all sentience, and that when one attains nirvana, all beings attain nirvana.

   Buddhism recognizes that human consciousness is a special case, a tool of tools, as it were, the mother of all tools. We manipulate reality, for sex and food essentially, by means of words, that is our magic. We measure, we coordinate, we obligate and compel, much like all social species including protozoa and bacteria, but we do it with words, with symbols. Our mind is in effect a third hand, and all objects are tools. (To my puppy, the entire world is a chew toy; to a human it is much the same. Ancient commentary on the yi jing hex 27 "jaws" says, "see how the jaws try to fill the mouth," indicating how the mind operates to obtain nourishment. Voraciously. Puppy's nickname is "jaws.")

   It is in the nature of a tool to be used. It's a cliche that to a man whose only tool is a hammer, all problems look like a nail. (Nietzsche, and after him heidegger, used to like to "philosophize with a hammer.") The purpose of a tool is to do a job, obtain a result. As meditators, we lay our tools down, give the mind/body a rest, open our minds to a reality of love, beauty and peace, as opposed to the constant striving of the tool-user. In this space, this clearing, we may perceive the true reality that underlies the experience of all sentience.

   I have a tee shirt that shows the evolution of man from fish to human, and the last panel shows the buddha sitting in meditation. Our species is absurdly young, certainly less than a million years, socialized for 100,000 years,  civilized for 10,000, industrialized for 200 years, and likely extinct pdq. Our only chance is to attain a transpersonal perspective as a species, and save the planet from ourselves. Nirvana is an imperative if we are to survive. It is the adulthood of our species, and we are out of control juveniles, veritable 800 lb babies, puppies who will chew anything to bits with no idea of its true use and can only be deterred by physical intervention.

   Be that as it may... by transcending the use of tools through detachment and "holy indifference" or amor fati, we see how the use of words involves the whole world of subject and object, of ego and other, of the "struggle for existence."

   The name tha can be named is not the true name. Names are only symbols, a shorthand, beads on a mental abacus. Manipulated for a purpose, in this case word medicine for word disease.

   Primitive man saw something snaking through the grass. He knew that some things that snake through the grass can bite and cause wounds that fester and poison the blood. He says to his comrade "snake" and points, and is understood. The troop is advised, "snake" and they take defensive measures. Now consider that most snakes are harmless and that many sentient beings scurry about in the grass, but for the humans the word carries menace and warning, and eventually anything that snakes in the grass is regarded with aversion. Eventually, even when an individual snake is fully cognized as a fellow animal, there is a negative association and comditoned biochemical reactions ensue.

   Or a tree. A tree is anything of a certain size that branches. A phone tree, a logic tree, the idea is superimposed on objects. So when we go into the woods and see a tree, we generally don't see a unique sentient being, thus come and of a certain suchness, we see a generic tree, something to be used as a tool for any one of many purposes, even if only to admire. We could instead wordlessly feel one with the tree as a breathing, living creature.

   Take horses, one of plato's famous pure ideas. When we look at a horse we generally see a generic horse used as a tool. Even if we look very carefully at a particular horse, we tend to see how this horse differs from the "average" or "normal" or ideal horse. We see an adjectival horse, a pale horse, a big horse, a friendly horse, and so on. In words, no matter how many adjectives we use, we never come to the true horse, the individual being, purely such as it is and representing the entire pearl, the coarising phenomena in its immediacy and in full technicolor and smellovision.

   Nothing is truly separate, everything is connected, not least our "selves." By using words to manipulate reality we establish ourselves as manipulators, as egos, and by doing so allow ourselves to be manipulated. Handled.

   Freedom, it turns out, is beyond freedom, is obscured  by the idea of freedom. 

   From the tao te ching we have the formula, "the name that is named is not the true name" and we can apply it thus:

the horse that is a horse is not the true horse
the chair that is a chair is not the true chair
the friend that is a friend is not the true friend
and so forth...

   From the diamond sutra we have the formula," To create a serene and beautiful Buddha field is not in fact to create a serene and beautiful Buddha field. That is why it is called creating a serene and beautiful Buddha field." Thus:

the horse that is a horse is not in fact a horse, therefore it is called a horse
the buddha that is called a buddha is not in fact the true buddha, therefore it is called a buddha
and so forth

   When one stops trying to manipulate objects, one comes into a new relationship with words. As chuang tzu says:

“The purpose of a fish trap is to catch fish, and when the fish are caught the trap is forgotten. The purpose of a rabbit snare is to catch rabbits. When the rabbits are caught, the snare is forgotten. The purpose of the word is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten. Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.”

  There is a world we all truly live in of freedom, where there is no compulsion and all is peaceful, beautiful and holy to the lord, to the happiness of all sentience, beyond generation-extinction. Beyond beings there is only being. Successful, prosperous, and wise beyond measure. "Life" doesn't die, has billions of years of evolution, and we are just fruiting bodies, mushrooms. Another failed attempt to perfect sentience adding to the ashheap of species extinction, in all likelihood.

​​​​​​​cheers!
terry


from the diamond sutra, plum village:

The Buddha said to Subhuti, “In a place where there is something that can be distinguished by signs, in that place there is deception. If you can see the signless nature of signs, you can see the Tathagata.”



   john 1:1-5

1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.

2 The same was in the beginning with God.

3 All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.

4 In him was life; and the life was the light of men.

5 And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.


qu'ran 2:117

– He is the One Who has originated the heavens and the earth, and when He wills to (originate) a thing, He only says to it: 'Be', and it becomes.
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striking out in the sense of casting off...



from "A Study of Dogen" by masao abe

https://terebess.hu/zen/dogen/Study-of-Dogen.pdf

In Dogen, people are not essentially distinguished from other beings, but are grasped as a part of the realm of beings. People and other beings are equally subject to impermanence, or transiency. Although only people who have self-consciousness can realize the impermanency common to all beings as impermanency, they can overcome the problem of life and death only when they can overcome the transiency common to all beings. In Dogen both suffering and emancipation from it are grasped on this transanthropocentric dimension. Hence Dogen's emphasis on the simultaneous attainment of Buddha-nature for self and others, and for humans and nature. In this simultaneous attainment, each person becomes an occasion or means for the others' attainment just as each person realizes his or her own attainment. Here self-awakening and others' awakening take place at the same time. While maintaining one's individuality in terms of self-awakening, one serves as the means for the awakening of others. This dynamic mutuality takes place not only between the self and others, but also between humans and nature. This is the reason Dogen emphasizes, in the "Bendowa" fascicle, that trees and grasses, wall and fence, expound and exalt the Dharma for the sake of ordinary people, sages, and all beings. Ordinary people, sages, and all living beings in turn preach and exalt the Dharma for the sake of trees, grasses, wall, and fence. The dimension of self-enlightenment-qua-enlightening-others basically is fully replete with the characteristics of realization, and causes the principle of realization to function unceasingly. This mutual help for enlightenment between humans and nature, however, cannot take place insofar as humans take only themselves as the end. As Dogen maintains: "To practice and confirm all things by conveying one's self to them, is illusion; for all things to advance forward and practice and confirm the self, is enlightenment." The self must be emptied, for all things to advance and confirm the self. Accordingly, "to forget one's self" is crucial. To forget one's self is nothing other than body-mind casting off. And when body-mind are cast off, the world and history are also cast off. If body-mind are cast off without the world and history being cast off, it is not an authentic "body-mind casting off." Further, "body-mind casting off" is not something negative. It is immediately the cast-off body-mind, that is, the awakened body-mind that is freed from self-attachment and ready to save others. In the same way, the casting off of the world and history, which takes place at the same time as the casting off of body-mind, is not something negative. It is directly the cast-off world and history, that is, the awakened world and awakened history, that "advance forward and practice and confirm the self." Such are the implications of the notion of the oneness of means and end when that notion is applied to the understanding of one's personality and its relationship to other persons and other things. Here we can see Dogen's challenge to the contemporary issues of ecology and history. The crucial point in this dynamic mutuality between the self and others, and humans and the world, is to forget one's self, or body-mind casting off. Only when one forgets one's own self, and one's body-mind are cast off, is self-awakening-qua-awakening-others fully realized. This is not the "Kingdom of ends,” but the “Kingdom of dependent origination.”
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People are the astrolabe of God, but it requires an astronomer to use the astrolabe. If a vegetable-seller or a greengrocer should find the astrolabe, what good would it do them? From that astrolabe, what could they know of the movements of the circling stars and the positions of the planets, their influences and so forth? But in the hands of the astronomer, the astrolabe becomes truly valuable.

Just as this copper astrolabe reflects the movements of the heavens like a mirror, so the human being is the astrolabe of God.

“We have honored the children of Adam.”

Those who have been moved by God to see the one reality and learn Its ways through the astrolabe of their own being, behold moment by moment, flash by flash, the testament of God. Indeed, it is an infinite beauty that never leaves their mirror.

God has servants who cloak themselves in a wisdom, knowingness and grace invisible to others. Out of their excessive jealousy and love for God these servants cloak themselves, just like Mutanabbi says of beautiful women:

Figured silks they wore, not to beautify
But to guard their beauty from lustful eyes.


~rumi, "discourses"
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from "the book of changes" trans wilhelm


commentary on hex 52, "keeping still"


​​​​​​​ In its application to man, the hexagram turns upon the problem of
  achieving a quiet heart.  It is very difficult to bring quiet to the heart.  While
  Buddhism strives for rest through an ebbing away of all movement in
  nirvana, the Book of Changes holds that rest is merely a state of polarity that
  always posits movement as its complement.  Possibly the words of the text
  embody directions for the practice of yoga.

          THE JUDGMENT

          KEEPING STILL.  Keeping his back still
          So that he no longer feels his body.
          He goes into his courtyard
          And does not see his people.
          No blame.

  True quiet means keeping still when the time has come to keep still, and
  going forward when the time has come to go forward. In this way rest and
  movement are in agreement with the demands of the time, and thus there is
  light in life.
     The hexagram signifies the end and the beginning of all movement.  The
  back is named because in the back are located all the nerve fibers that mediate
  movement.  If the movement of these spinal nerves is brought to a standstill,
  the ego, with its restlessness, disappears as it were.  When a man has thus
  become calm, he may turn to the outside world.  He no longer sees in it the
  struggle and tumult of individual beings, and therefore he has that true peace
  of mind which is needed for understanding the great laws of the universe
  and for acting in harmony with them. Whoever acts from these deep levels
  makes no mistakes.
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once again diluting everything previous by cuttig and pasting more words..

how impermanent of me...


from rumi's "discourses"


Within our being all sciences were originally joined as one, so that our spirit displayed all hidden things, like clear water shows everything within it—pebbles, broken shards and the like— and reflects the sky above from its surface like a mirror. This is Soul’s true nature, without treatment or training. But once Soul has mingled with the earth and its earthly elements, this clarity leaves it and is forgotten. So God sends forth the prophets and saints, like a great translucent ocean that accepts all waters, and yet no matter how dark or dirty are the rivers that pour into it, that ocean remains pure. Then Soul remembers. When it sees its reflection in that unsullied water, it knows for sure that in the beginning it too was pure, and these shadows and colors are mere accidents.

The prophets and the saints, therefore, remind us of our original state; they do not implant anything new. Now, every water, no matter how dark, that recognizes that great water, saying, “I come from this and I belong to this,” is truly a part of that ocean. But the dark elements that do not recognize that ocean and believe they are kin to another kind, they make their home with the colors and shadows of the earth.

It was for this reason that the Prophet said, “Now there comes to you a Messenger from amongst yourselves.” In other words, the great ocean is that same substance as your own water, it is all from one self and one source. But for those elements that do not feel the attraction of familiarity, this failure does not come from the water itself, but from the pollution in that water. This pollution is mixed in so closely that the water does not know whether its own shying away from the ocean comes from itself, or from the essence of that pollution. And so, evil men do not know whether their attraction toward evil springs from their own nature, or from some dark element mingled in.

Every line of poetry the saints and prophets bring forth, every tradition, every verse they write, is like a witness bearing testimony. They bear witness to every situation according to the nature of the situation. In the same way we have two witnesses at the inheritance of a house, two witnesses at the sale of a shop, two witnesses at a marriage. So too, the saints bear witness. The inner form of their testimony is always the same;
it is the outer meaning that differs. I pray that God may cause these words to bear witness to God and you alike.
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the Muhammadian station:

I received the meaning of all the Divine Names and I saw that they all referred to a single Named and to a unique Essence; this Named was the object of my contemplation and this Essence my very being. I had only journeyed in myself and it was to myself that I had been guided; from that, I knew that I was a pure servant, without the least trace of sovereignty.
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ibn 'arabi
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nonduality as perplexity...


from "contemplation of the holy mysteries" by ibn 'arabi, trans anga...number ten of fourteen...


10Contemplation of the
Light of Perplexity (hayra) as the Star of Non-existence ('adam) rises

in the name of god,
the compassionate, the merciful

The Real made me contemplate [the light of] perplexity and He said to me, “Return!” But I did not find where to. He said to me, “Approach!” But I did not find where. He said to me, “Stop!” But I did not find where. He said, “Do not withdraw!” And I was perplexed.

Then He said to me, “You are you and I am I.”
“You are Me and I am you.”
“You are not Me and I am not you.”
“ I am not you and you are Me.”
“You are not you, and you are not other than you.”
“The I-ness is one and the He-ness (huwiyya) is many.”
“You are in the He-ness and I am in the I-ness.”

Then He said to me, “The witnessing of perplexity is perplexity.”
“Perplexity is accompanied by jealousy.”
“Perplexity is the reality of reality.”
“He who does not remain in perplexity does not know Me.”
“He who knows Me does not know what perplexity is.”

Then He said to me, “Those who ‘stop’ get lost in perplexity; and the heirs become realized in it; the followers work towards it; the servants devote themselves to it; the veracious ones speak from it; it is the place from which the envoys are sent and the place of ascent of the aspirations of the prophets.”
“Whoever is in perplexity has reached happiness; whoever is in perplexity unifies; whoever unifies exists; whoever exists passes away and whoever passes away remains and whoever remains is worshipped and whoever is worshipped rewards; the One who rewards is the Most High, and the best of the rewards is the I-ness and in it is perplexity.”

Then He said to me, “Perplexity is not perplexity. It is only My jealousy towards you. Be jealous of Me and guard Me and veil Me and do not be revealed to other than Me in existence!”
“Make them stay in perplexity and do not point Me out to anyone. Bring them to Me and let them know about Me but do not let them know My place, and let them know about My place without letting them know Me. If they hold fast to My place they will find Me. If they find Me, they will not see anything. If they see something they will not see My place. If they do not see My place, then perhaps they will see Me.”

Then He said to me, “This is My garment. Bring it to them. Whoever puts it on is of Me and I am of him. Whoever does not put it on is not of Me and I am not of him.”
“Throw it into the fire. If it burns, then it is My garment and if it remains intact then it is not My garment.”
“If it burns, it is not My garment, but if it remains intact then it is My garment. Whoever puts on My garment is not of Me, and whoever leaves it is of Me.”
“Non-existence bears witness to perplexity: ‘I am God; there is no god but I.’ ”
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from a letter by karl jung, quoted by george steiner in "nostalgia for the absolute":



"l think, dear Dr. Freud," he says, "we must give psychoanalysis time to infiltrate into people from many centres, to revivify among intel­lectuals a feeling for symbol and myth. Ever so gently we want to transform Christ back into the soothsaying god of the vine, which he was, and in this way absorb those ecstatic instinctual forces of Chris­tianity for the one purpose of making the cult and the sacred myth what they once were - a drunken feast of joy where man regains the ethos and holiness of an animal. That was the beauty and purpose of classical religion."
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​​​​​​​from “dialectic of enlightenment” adorno & horkheimer



Odysseus's visit to the Underworld forms part of the oldest stratum of the epic, com­posed of actual legends…this oldest stratum also contains a tenden­cy which - as in the tradition of the journeys to the Underworld of
Orpheus and Heracles - most decisively transcends myth. Indeed, the motif of forcing the gates of hell, of abolishing death, is the innermost cell of all antimythological thought. This antimythological element is con­tained in Teiresias's prophecy of the possible placation of Poseidon. Odys­seus is to wander ever farther, carrying on his shoulder an oar, until he reaches a people "who know nothing of the sea and never use salt with their food." When he meets another traveler who refers to the oar on his shoulder as a "winnowing fan," he will have reached the proper place to offer a sacrifice to Poseidon. The core of the prophecy is the mistaking of the oar for a winnowing fan. This must have struck the Ionian as com­pellingly comic. However, this comic effect, on which the reconciliation is made to depend, cannot have been directed at humans but at the wrath­ful Poseidon. The misunderstanding is meant to amuse the fierce ele­mental god, in the hope that his anger might be dispersed in laughter. That would be analogous to the_neighbor's advice in Grimm, explaining how a mother can rid herself of a changeling: "She should carry the changeling into the kitchen, set it on the hearth, light the fire and boil water in two eggshells. That would make the changeling laugh, and if he laughed then that would make an end of him." If laughter up to now has been a sign of violence, an outbreak of blind, obdurate nature, it nev­ertheless contains the opposite element, in that through laughter blind nature becomes aware of itself as such and thus abjures its destructive vio­lence. This ambiguity of laughter is closely related to that of name; per­haps names are nothing but petrified laughter, as nicknames still are - the only ones in which the original act of name-giving still persists. Laughter is in league with the guilt of subjectivity, but in the suspension of law which it announces it also points beyond that complicity. It promises a passage to the homeland. It is a yearning for the homeland which sets in motion the adventures by which subjectivity, the  prehistory of which is narrated in the Odyssey, escapes the primeval world.
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so, if every word is a piece of frozen laughter, as adorno surmises, then

every word has the geometry, precision and beauty of a snowflake

if you get my drift
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from a history of zen buddhism, dumoulin



The Bodhisattva state is characterized by the Perfection of Wisdom (prajnaparamita) . Without wisdom, the other five virtues, as well as skill in expedients, are worthless. The Sutra of the Perfection of Wisdom says:
"Though a Bodhisattva should bestow gifts through aeons as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and should observe morality, practice patience, apply energy, and persist in meditation ... if he were not embraced by the Perfection of Wisdom and emptied by skill in expedients, he would fall to the level of a hearer (isravaka) or a pratyeka-buddha. The Perfection of Wisdom is not to be realized without emptiness of the spirit. The unenlightened person hears the word "emptiness" and expresses his concept in signs. "The Way of the Bodhisattva is emptiness, or the way of that which is without sign." The Perfection of Wisdom is beyond all concepts and words. But above all, the Bodhisattvas, who "find rest in one thought" (eha-citta-prasadam), are freed from the concept of self. "In these Bodhisattvas no perception of a self takes place, no perception of a being, no perception of a soul, no perception of a person." Nor is their spirit hampered by the concept of Dharma or of the nonconcept. The Bodhisattva does not grasp at any concept; he clings to nothing. His Perfect Wisdom is void. This is the essence of highest wisdom: "A Bodhisattva-Mahasattva should abide himself in the Perfection of Prajna by abiding in emptiness.” 
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from "five zen classics; formative texts in the history of zen buddhism," eds heine and wright:


The famous dictum of the Diamond Sutra states, “X is not X, therefore it is X,” meaning that X is not actually what our senses and conceptualizing faculties have perceived it to be, and therefore we should not continue to naively understand things to exist in a reified manner and try to appropriate them. This exercise in perspectival adjustment, however, when adhered to in earnest, has a tendency to lead the practitioner to see things as being inexistent. What the Diamond Sutra is saying, however, is that since (1) a view of inexistence also does not describe things as they truly are, and (2) we cannot function in a world where no names exist, we have no alternative but to apply names to things. But when we do so, it must be with the correct, nonappropriating awareness. Since X does not exist, paradoxically the appellation X can (and needs to be) applied to it. This formula also can be understood as a way of expressing the truth of the middle way: “neither X nor not-X.”  In the context of actual meditation practice (as distinguished from a more logical or rhetorical formulation), this position is termed nonabiding, that is, not being trapped by one-sided notions of existence or inexistence.

While this exercise can be applied to any object, physical or mental, the target concepts of the Diamond Sutra are not just anything that may come to mind. Coming under the critique of the Diamond Sutra are the most subliminally held notions that one might attach to: self, lifetime, personality; early Buddhist notions of the stages of the path; the notion of bodhisattvahood, the transcendent practices, perfect enlightenment, Tathagata-hood, and so forth.

The discourse of the Diamond Sutra can be seen as a critique of the status of language itself…. The issue of whether language is an admissible vehicle for the transmission of the buddhadharma has continually been at the fore of the discourse of the East Asian meditative schools of Buddhism. 
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when we were young...

Carol and I went camping in some wilderness or other, with the commune and the dogs of course. We arrived at a likely spot. Carol surveyed the area and declared: this will be the kitchen, here are the bedrooms, and the bathroom will be over there; smiling all the while, inviting agreement.

The wilderness was the same before she named these partitions, the names have no physical form.  And yet, here we prepare food, here we sleep, here we poop. By naming we create reality and yet actually nothing s created.


I call my dog "kala" and so she is, but she still is just a dog, and a dog (or a feral human) is an organism, a radiation of life, a "part of the Continent, a piece of the Main" (donne). A glint of light from the True Gem. More real as another Nameless aspect of the  One Pearl than as "my dog kala" with all the formless baggage each word overlays.

Analysis kills the spirit and destroys the aura of any named thing.

Sages do not desire to be studied.
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analyst - separates

catalyst - combines
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Wittgenstein notes in 1937:

"Think­ing too has a time for plowing and a time for gathering the harvest."

    

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And during the darkness of 1944:

"If in life we are surrounded by death, so too in the health of our intellect we are surrounded by mad­ness.” 



Wittgenstein's admonition of 1947:

"One  keeps forgetting to go right down to the foundations. One doesn't put the question marks deep enough down.” 



 "When you are philosophizing you have to descend into primeval chaos and feel at home there."  


…Wittgenstein, in his notebook for 1948



above quotes from george steiner, “poetry of thought from hellenism to celan”
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THE LITTLE VAGABOND
(william blake)

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm.
Besides, I can tell where I am used well;
Such usage in heaven will never do well.

But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We’d sing and we’d pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.

Then the Parson might preach, and drink, and sing,
And we’d be as happy as birds in the spring;
And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,
Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
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" This craze for explication! Every i dotted to death!" (Catastrophe, samuel beckett)
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PSALM
(paul celan)

Noone kneads us again from earth and loam, 
noone evokes our dust. 
Noone. 

Praised be you, noone. 
Because of you we wish 
to bloom. 
Against 
you. 

A nothing 
were we, are we, will 
we be, blossoming: 
the nothing's-, the noonesrose. 

With 
its pistil soulbright, 
its stamen heavencrazed, 
its crown red 
from the purpleword that we sang 
over, o over 
its thorn. ”

Excerpt From: Paul Celan. “Paul Celan.”  
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from paul ricouer's  preface to jean nabert’s desir de dieu

The whole difficulty resides not in the impossibility of separating, but in the possibility of distinguishing the thought of the unconditioned and the individual conscience. The idea of a reflection upon itself of thought, which 'becomes' consciousness of self… this idea contains a major difficulty, that of non-dual distinction, an identical distinction one might say…. There is no doubt that it is this distinction... which permits us to maintain the idea of God and the desire for God, as if maintaining an empty space for the understanding, at the beginning of an itinerary which... 'advances toward God instead of beginning with Him.’
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from "living up to death," paul ricouer:


​​​​​​​…The religious is like a fundamental language that exists only in natural, historically limited languages. Just as everyone is born into a language and accedes to other languages only by a second apprenticeship, and most often, only through translation, the religious exists culturally only as articulated in the language and code of a historical religion; language and code articulate only on the condition of filtering, and in this sense limiting that amplitude, that depth, that density of the religious that I am here calling the Essential. Having said this, what the physician in the palliative care unit bears witness to is the grace granted some dying people that assures what I have called the mobilization of the deepest resources of life in the coming to light of the Essential, fracturing the limitations of the confessionally religious. This is why it is not important, this witness observes, for the quality of this moment of grace that the dying person identifies himself, recognizes himself—however vaguely his or her declining may allow—as one who confesses this or that religion, this or that confession. It is perhaps only in the face of death that the religious gets equated with the Essential and that the barrier between religions, including the nonreligions (I am thinking, of course, of Buddhism) is transcended. But because dying is transcultural, it is transconfessional, transreligious in this sense: and this insofar as the Essential breaks through the filter of reading “languages” of reading. This is perhaps the only situation where one can speak of religious experience. Moreover, I am wary of the immediate, the fusional, the intuitive, the mystical. There is one exception, in the grace of a certain dying.
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from paul valery, “monsieur teste”:


   Stupidity is not my strong point. I have seen many persons; I have visited several countries; I have taken part in various enterprises without liking them; I have eaten nearly every day; I have had women. I can now recall a few hundred faces, two or three great spectacles, and the substance of perhaps twenty books. I have not retained the best nor the worst of these things: what could stay with me did.

   Such arithmetic spares me any surprise at getting old.  I could also count up the victorious moments of my mind and then imagine them joined and blended, composing a happy life. . . .But I think I have always been a good judge of myself. I have rarely lost sight of myself; I have detested and adored myself; so, we have grown old together.
   
   Often I have supposed that all was over for me, and I would begin ending with all my strength, anxious to drain and clarify some painful situation. This made me aware that we appraise our own thought too nearly as others express theirs!

   From that moment the billions of words that buzzed  in my ears have rarely stirred me with what they were meant to mean: and all I have myself spoken to others, I have always felt them become distinct from my thought - for they were becoming invariable.
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HE ATE AND DRANK THE PRECIOUS WORDS
(emily dickinson)

He ate and drank the precious Words -
His Spirit grew robust -
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was Dust -

He danced along the dingy Days
And this Bequest of Wings
Was but a Book - What Liberty
A loosened spirit brings -
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"I never hear the word 'escape'"
(emily dickinson)

I never hear the word 'escape'
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!




"By homely gift and hindered Words"
(emily dickinson)
​​​​​​​
By homely gift and hindered Words
The human heart is told
Of Nothing -
'Nothing' is the force
That renovates the World -
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alan watts in 1960, speaking zen words 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jN19k29e_Ys
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might have posted this on the mystery thread...


from rumi's discourses



We sought everywhere for Solomon’s ring. We found his wisdom far from riches. Abandoning wealth we found that beautiful treasure. In poverty we took our repose, and our Beloved was pleased with nothing so much as this.

Well, I am a whoremonger. Since I was young, I have been a seller of love. I know this destroys barriers and consumes the veils of the heart. Love is the root of all obedience; all else is mere adornment. If you do not sacrifice, how can you gain your heart’s desire? Giving up everything leads to annihilation, the source of all pleasures where no separation exists.

“And God is with the patient.”
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among those - besides animals and plants - who do not use words to speak  are the silent ones...


from rumis discourses

There are a hundred thousand ranks. The purer someone becomes, the higher up they are raised. This story of spiritual growth is a long one. Whoever tries to shorten it would shorten their own life and Soul, but for the grace of God. As for the prayer-songs of those who have attained union with God, I must speak within the limits of understanding—for their love and the purity of their voices attract holy spirits, pure angels, and those visitors whom none know but God—the Silent Ones whose names are hidden from the world out of exceeding jealousy.

You are seated beside them now, but you do not see them. Neither do you hear their speech, their greetings or laughter. Yet what is so marvelous about this? When someone is sick, they see apparitions that others cannot see. Yet these spiritual beings are a thousand times subtler than those apparitions, for while the average person does not see or hear such visions until they are sick, they will not see these spiritual beings before they die. Such spiritual visitors know the refined states and majesty of the saints. They watch from earliest morn, while a thousand other angels and pure spirits wait upon the saints. For this reason the Silent Ones hesitate infinitely—not wanting to intervene in the midst of such a chorus, or disturb the ones they wish to honor.

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from rumis discourses




It is stated that after Mohammed and the Prophets revelation will not be sent down upon anyone else, but this is not true. This is why Mohammed said, “The believer sees with the Light of God.” When someone sees with God’s Light, they see all things, the first and last, the visible and invisible, for how can anything be hidden from God’s Light? If anything is hidden, then that is not God’s Light. 

Therefore this is revelation, whether they call it revelation or not.

When Uthman became caliph, he stepped up into the pulpit. The people waited to see what he would say. He was silent and said nothing. He looked steadily at the people, and a state of ecstasy descended upon them so that they were unable to move, and could not tell where they were. Not by a hundred preachings and sermons could such an excellent state have been shown to them. Precious lessons were imparted and secrets revealed. Until the very end, he only looked at them like this, not saying a word. Then, just before leaving the pulpit, he said, “It is better for you to have a working Imam than a speaking Imam.”

What he said was the truth. If the purpose of speaking is to communicate instruction delicately to uplift the people, that had been accomplished many times better without words. So what Uthman said was perfectly correct. During the time he was in the pulpit he did no external work visible to the people; he did not pray, he did not go on the pilgrimage, he did not give alms, he did not commemorate God, he did not even speak the caliph’s address. Therefore, know that work and action are not limited to the outer form only, rather these visible forms of work are merely a shadow of that true work of Soul.

The Prophet said, “My Companions are like stars; Whichever of them you follow, you will be guided right.” When someone follows a star and finds their way by it, the star does not speak. Merely by looking at the star, they discover that invisible road and reach their goal. In the same way, it is possible by merely gazing at God’s saints to find the spiritual path. Without words, without questioning, without speech, the purpose is achieved.
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this too from rumi...


​​​​​​​Just as worn-out and ragged clothes conceal the elegance of wealth and grandeur, so excellent clothes and fine raiment conceal the mark and beauty and perfection of the saint. When the saint’s clothes are in shreds and patches, then their heart is revealed.
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"If a lion could talk, we couldn't understand him." -Ludwig Wittgenstein
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the old man and me
(jj cale)


The old man he catches the fish in the morning
He rides the river every day
I sit on the bank and I holler when he passes
"Hey, old man, are they bitin' today?"

I wake up in the morning, thinking 'bout my troubles
I go down to the water and they pass away
And when the old man comes a-floating down the river
"Hey, old man, are they biting today?"
​​​​​​​"Hey, old man, are they biting today?"

Now here we've got a thing that keeps on rolling
It ain't heavy, don't take it that way
The old man and me, we got a good thing going
He catches fish and I sit all day
He catches fish and I sit all day...
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from "the second book of the tao," chuang tzu/stephen mitchell


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The ancient Masters 
didn’t worry about the future 
and didn’t regret the past. 
When they made a mistake, 
they corrected it and moved on; 
when they achieved something, 
they didn’t stop to take credit. 
They scaled the heights, never dizzy; 
plumbed the depths, unafraid. 
Wherever they went in the world, 
they were at home. 
They realized that the less they knew, 
the more they understood. 
Thus they embodied the Tao.