This is... making me feel... rather uncomfortable...
Jun 25, 2024 8:00:12 GMT
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Post by CoalBucket on Jun 25, 2024 8:00:12 GMT
Ain’t I special?
Ain’t I done with this crap?
Ain’t I better off without?
Chance led me here, chance will lead me away. I just cannot help myself. And it's surely weird to be called out and perceive myself as someone who is really stupid and silly. There are many very dedicated and earnest practitioners who don't fool each other, who don't fail, who don't regress, who are plain legit and filled to the brim... I should be in awe.
But am I?
And how I do progress from here? Weren't there cool tricks and warm rewards waiting for me? Paramitas, bhumis, siddhis... Who would be able to deny that? And who wouldn't want to bring that home? And who with a sane and sound Mind would ever dispose of and disregard these crown jewels?
The pretty peaceful Oracle of Infinity told me to win the lottery, and so I did like commanded: This is nothing but some useless rambling concerning Case 27 (or 28) of the Book of Serenity / Book of Equanimity — no Wansong spoilers, no intro, no verse, no nerve, no nothing, just bare nekkid:
First of all, where's the problem? I don't think I can make it more difficult than it already is, or maybe I should not make it more difficult than it already is.
So, if in any case I rock and I roll, isn't Huguo the boss already?
Anyway, Doctor... Tell me, how does it feel?
Hmm. There's a lot of "going on" going on here: The chief says it looks like trouble and if he says that, he means that. Or doesn't he?
Sometimes, the pinnacle of stupidity seems to be identical to the depths of unknowing. Sometimes, the unique flavor is tasted in every single dish. But whom am I telling this, right?
Maybe I should be sharing the dish, as it is really windy and kinda desolate while the view is awesome. But it sure gets boring after a while.
Spitting on other people's heads could easily be mistaken for warm rain. So this abode seems to be only legitimate for a weekend trip.
I would rather move on here. I heard some hermit caves are still vacant, so why not go there, stay there, and rest there?
I ought to have a soft spot for suckers, but have I got a soft spot for me being a sucker myself? I could assume: No longer indeed.
Well, no matter how many limps I amputate, no matter how many hemorrhoids grow due to my prolonged and intense practice of sitting on my stinky ass... I still can take out my shinies from their appropriate drawer, polish them, nod knowingly, and put them back into their appropriate drawer. I know what I have.
Beautiful! Isn't that easy? Isn't that perfect? So many names for my secrets. Checklists done. Stages visited. But no one knows. Serenity is surely great, I heard they wrote a whole book on that.
Yet, Avalokiteshvara's cocktail is probably watered, but is it because of melted ice cubes or is it because of the tears at night?
Wait a moment... Sorry, I got interrupted.
Brother! Can't you just leave me alone while I am watching the scenery? Or maybe you could join me in crushing bones before the blade is gone for good...
Seems like we needed a hammer. What a mess. I really need to take care of myself much better, much more in distance, or maybe not at all.
But did I really understand everything or even anything at all if I still defended myself or the Dharma? Can't I just grow another tree and start selling produce from there already?
The last time I checked, I wasn't really sure I knew what I was doing anyway. But there is always another tactical approach.
I guess even if I forgot all of Buddhism, there would still remain what I knew before. And thank God, those pious Buddhists—no, no, they can't take that away from me.
I must not ridicule myself anymore though, while I don't promise anything. But it's a beautiful day, full of opportunities:
- I or someone else might lead you up to that mountain. You may stay a while.
- I or someone else might help you find your adequate recluse. You may stay a while.
- I or someone else might send you away to no particular place. You may stay a while. Or forever.
But maybe you can do that yourself already.
Ain’t I done with this crap?
Ain’t I better off without?
Chance led me here, chance will lead me away. I just cannot help myself. And it's surely weird to be called out and perceive myself as someone who is really stupid and silly. There are many very dedicated and earnest practitioners who don't fool each other, who don't fail, who don't regress, who are plain legit and filled to the brim... I should be in awe.
But am I?
And how I do progress from here? Weren't there cool tricks and warm rewards waiting for me? Paramitas, bhumis, siddhis... Who would be able to deny that? And who wouldn't want to bring that home? And who with a sane and sound Mind would ever dispose of and disregard these crown jewels?
The pretty peaceful Oracle of Infinity told me to win the lottery, and so I did like commanded: This is nothing but some useless rambling concerning Case 27 (or 28) of the Book of Serenity / Book of Equanimity — no Wansong spoilers, no intro, no verse, no nerve, no nothing, just bare nekkid:
A monk asked Huguo, "How is it when a crane stands on a withered pine?"
Huguo said, "An embarrassment on the ground below."
The monk asked, "How is it when a drop of water's a drop of ice?"
Huguo said, "An embarrassment after the sun comes out."
The monk asked, "At the time of the purge in the 840s, where did the good spirits who guard the Teaching go?"
Huguo said, "An embarrassment for the two of them at the (triple) temple gate."
(For unknown reasons Thomas Cleary left out the number three in the last line "三門頭兩箇一場懡羅", this kind of editorializing is quite confusing sometimes.)
Huguo said, "An embarrassment on the ground below."
The monk asked, "How is it when a drop of water's a drop of ice?"
Huguo said, "An embarrassment after the sun comes out."
The monk asked, "At the time of the purge in the 840s, where did the good spirits who guard the Teaching go?"
Huguo said, "An embarrassment for the two of them at the (triple) temple gate."
(For unknown reasons Thomas Cleary left out the number three in the last line "三門頭兩箇一場懡羅", this kind of editorializing is quite confusing sometimes.)
First of all, where's the problem? I don't think I can make it more difficult than it already is, or maybe I should not make it more difficult than it already is.
So, if in any case I rock and I roll, isn't Huguo the boss already?
Anyway, Doctor... Tell me, how does it feel?
Huguo said, "An embarrassment on the ground below."
Hmm. There's a lot of "going on" going on here: The chief says it looks like trouble and if he says that, he means that. Or doesn't he?
Sometimes, the pinnacle of stupidity seems to be identical to the depths of unknowing. Sometimes, the unique flavor is tasted in every single dish. But whom am I telling this, right?
Maybe I should be sharing the dish, as it is really windy and kinda desolate while the view is awesome. But it sure gets boring after a while.
Spitting on other people's heads could easily be mistaken for warm rain. So this abode seems to be only legitimate for a weekend trip.
I would rather move on here. I heard some hermit caves are still vacant, so why not go there, stay there, and rest there?
Huguo said, "An embarrassment after the sun comes out."
I ought to have a soft spot for suckers, but have I got a soft spot for me being a sucker myself? I could assume: No longer indeed.
Well, no matter how many limps I amputate, no matter how many hemorrhoids grow due to my prolonged and intense practice of sitting on my stinky ass... I still can take out my shinies from their appropriate drawer, polish them, nod knowingly, and put them back into their appropriate drawer. I know what I have.
Beautiful! Isn't that easy? Isn't that perfect? So many names for my secrets. Checklists done. Stages visited. But no one knows. Serenity is surely great, I heard they wrote a whole book on that.
Yet, Avalokiteshvara's cocktail is probably watered, but is it because of melted ice cubes or is it because of the tears at night?
Wait a moment... Sorry, I got interrupted.
Brother! Can't you just leave me alone while I am watching the scenery? Or maybe you could join me in crushing bones before the blade is gone for good...
Huguo said, "An embarrassment for the two of them at the (triple) temple gate."
Seems like we needed a hammer. What a mess. I really need to take care of myself much better, much more in distance, or maybe not at all.
But did I really understand everything or even anything at all if I still defended myself or the Dharma? Can't I just grow another tree and start selling produce from there already?
The last time I checked, I wasn't really sure I knew what I was doing anyway. But there is always another tactical approach.
I guess even if I forgot all of Buddhism, there would still remain what I knew before. And thank God, those pious Buddhists—no, no, they can't take that away from me.
I must not ridicule myself anymore though, while I don't promise anything. But it's a beautiful day, full of opportunities:
- I or someone else might lead you up to that mountain. You may stay a while.
- I or someone else might help you find your adequate recluse. You may stay a while.
- I or someone else might send you away to no particular place. You may stay a while. Or forever.
But maybe you can do that yourself already.
