psychoblast
Bluelighter
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So, I became a buddhist tonite. Thought I'd share it with you. It is quite a relief for me.
I recall in high school, I did a paper on zen buddhism. In my research, I came across the concept of enlightenment. Zazen. I think the only sure thing from my research was that the sense of zazen cannot be communicated, cannot be taught, really. You just have to medidate long enough, and hope your mind spins off in the right tangent and BOOM, your enlightened. And then you won't be able to tell anyone how to get there, either.
As a perfect product of the rational Western civilization, I was opposed to this concept with every fiber of my being. I majored in philosophy and studied, and idolized, logic. And rationally anything that can be experienced, can be communicated. So I had a fundamental skepticism of enlightenment. It was not logical to have an uncommunicatable truth.
So, perhaps from that time in high school and since, my goal in life as been to achieve enlightenment and to rationally figure it out and dissect it so that it can be communicated, marketed, mass produced. To bring enlightenment to the masses.
Now, though, I think that the problem is not that you cannot communicate enlightenment, but that there does not seem to be any point. Whether you find it or not, your part of the dance. And the point is to enjoy the dance, no matter where the steps lead.
But since it has been essentially the life's work of a genius (myself) to both achieve enlightenment, and to find out how to logically break it down and communicate it, now that I have achieved the former, I may as well give the latter a shot.
Buddhism is the process of turning your killer instinct upon itself. We, each of us, has a killer instinct. A sense to kill if it means saving yourself. To struggle for life. And you can go on struggling for life, your whole life, but what happens in the end? You lose. If you keep struggling for life, your whole life is a losing situation and all the cars and jewelry and fine wine and drugs won't change that.
See, enlightenment is choosing to perceive life as a game you can win. You spend your life trying to nurture and bring about as much other life as possible, and to kill and hurt as little as possible, and regardless of how successful you are, your life is still a winner.
And the way you do that, the way you change the rules of the game mid-stream, is to turn your killer instinct upon itself. It may sound like suicide, but it is not. Perhaps suicide of your ego to some degree.
Look at it this way: I've spent my whole life thinking, "What the hell do I want to do next?" And it got me to a mental and emotional quaqmire because I DID NOT KNOW. So I created distractions for myself, ways to pretend that the outside world was keeping me to busy to figure out what I wanted to do next. The truth is, I just did not know what, if I were entirely free to choose and had no obligations or limits, what would I want to do? We all of us spend our lives distracting ourselves from the impossibility of answering this question. Because it is fundamentally unanswerable.
For a couple years now, I have been applying all my powers of analysis at figuring out what DO I want to do next if I were perfectly free. The question is an endless spiral. It is impossible to answer. Because if you were entirely free, you would not want anything. Your wants are a product of the limitations and forces that are acting upon you. You think your "wants" are free will, but that are just reflex actions.
Anyway, you can spend your life in the hopeless pursuit of an answer to that question of what you would want if you were free -- chasing an endless spiral -- or you can CHANGE from asking yourself, "What do I want?" to asking yourself. "What can I do for the universe?" To see your life as one of service to the universe is the ultimate freedom, the only way to avoid the hopeless attempt to figure out, if you had your druthers and were entirely free and unencumbered, what would YOU want to do next? That is a meaningless, unanswerable question.
What do I want? -- that question is the trap. If you ask the question, you have already fallen into the trap. You think that your wants make you free. You think expressing what you want is an exercise of free will. But in fact you have no wants that are not reflections of your attempt to protect your ego. Let it go. You don't need an ego that bad. You won't be able to take it with you when you die.
So, anyway, enlightenment is recognizing the hopelessness of asking what you want, and giving yourself hope by changing the rules to ask, from the very start, what you can do to be of service. Completely release your ego, and you will be freed.
You know, I also used to think that enlightened people probably had crappy sex lives, because they did not have the thrill of shame, of dirtiness, of nastiness that gives sex its spice. But now I think the sex gets better with enlightenment. And, in fact, I've probably found enlightenment mainly for the sexual benefits. I mean, being the true servant of life means doing anything that would bring your signifcant other greater pleasure, no matter how odd or kinky, absolutely without judgment and, rather, with a fun sense of excitement to see how off the wall and unexpected the other person's ideas might be.
Well, other than that one paper on Zen Buddhism in high school, I've never studied the subject. In fact, I got a degree in philosophy without being 100% sure what Buddhism was. Which seems odd to me, on reflection. Perhaps my killer instinct steered me away from the topic because it sensed danger to itself, because it looked out of my eyes and saw that there were people walking around who apparently had no killer instict, and so my own killer instict got a sense of its own mortality, and has been fighting for survival. After all, what else would you expect your killer instinct to do anyways? And it did that by steering me away from such topics or people when, in fact, you'd think that Buddhism would be a subject I would have rushed right towards being a liberal, secular humanist. Anyway, my killer instinct put up quite a fight. Managed to steer me clear of asking the right questions for a long time. Because it did not want to die.
Well, in fact, my killer instinct is not dead. But I have turned it upon itself, which may work out to much the same thiing. But I like to keep in mind I have not killed it, but rather am letting it fully express itself, upon itself.
So now I'll try to go through the rest of my life doing as little harm as possible and nurting life as much as I can while I pass through. This means no longer eating meat, for example.
If that is buddhism, then that's what I am. And, though I mentioned about surrender of your ego before, that is not exactly right. Because I still have an ego. In fact, it strokes my ego quite a bit to have hit on this way to turn the struggle for life from a certain loser, to a winning game, by changing the rules mid-game. And I feel a sense of immense personal satisfaction to that may be a temporary product of zazen, or may be with me as long as I continue to live as a Buddhist. Basically, I'm admitting that I still have enough ego to enjoy patting myself on the back for having figured out this particular riddle.
Anyway, I guess the bottom line is to stop worrying about death and extinction because they WILL happen. No reason to bring more death and extinction struggling against the inevitable. And the question "What do I want" is answerless, an endless and hopeless spiral of meaningless fluff. Your life is meaningless until you decide to ask the question, "What would be best for the universe?"
And if you MUST kill something, why not your killer instinct?
Some may think that our killer instinct is what allows us to survive. That to defeat it is to commit species-suicide. But choosing not to kill to live, is not the same as killing yourself. In fact, suicide is a form of killing, an expression of the killer instinct not upon itself, but upon its host. So our species would not immediately collapse and expire upon the spread of this doctrine of "live and let live." But, really, so what if it did? Because the point is that humanity WILL be extinct one day. That is as certain as your own mortality. And in the end, when humanity is gone from the universe, will we be remembered as that blight that went out clawing and scratching all the way to the end, or as the loving, nurturing neighbor?
I mean, I know how many of you will just NOT be able to give up the idea of clawing and scratching to survive. But the bottom line is that WILL fail. You WILL die. So your consciousness has the ability to recognize your fleshly limitations and chart a path that gives a sense of meaning to your existence even though it is fleeting. And that is by making your life a positive experience for everyone you come into contact with.
Well, since 10th grade, I can view my life as the quest to find out what zen enlightenment was, and then to figure out how to communicate it in language and in rational terms. I hope you do not think me too egotistical to note that I am technically a genius and, in fact, have never met anyone who could prove they were smarter than me (though I have suspiciously avoided life choices that would bring my intellect into rigourous challenge or scrutiny, at least before posting here). Anyway, I'm not trying to pat myself on the back for being smart. The point, though, is not to be smart. It is to be right. Anyway, just giving you the background for my effort to articulate enlightenment. Here is the product. Well, the first draft. Enjoy.
~psychoblast~
p.s. We'll see if this makes sense when I sober up.
p.p.s. It occurs to me that maybe everything I've said can be found in any basic buddhism book, and I spent decades essentially re-inventing the wheel. But I think that if so, I still don't regret taking my own path to these truths. The truths may, in fact, make regret impossible.
I recall in high school, I did a paper on zen buddhism. In my research, I came across the concept of enlightenment. Zazen. I think the only sure thing from my research was that the sense of zazen cannot be communicated, cannot be taught, really. You just have to medidate long enough, and hope your mind spins off in the right tangent and BOOM, your enlightened. And then you won't be able to tell anyone how to get there, either.
As a perfect product of the rational Western civilization, I was opposed to this concept with every fiber of my being. I majored in philosophy and studied, and idolized, logic. And rationally anything that can be experienced, can be communicated. So I had a fundamental skepticism of enlightenment. It was not logical to have an uncommunicatable truth.
So, perhaps from that time in high school and since, my goal in life as been to achieve enlightenment and to rationally figure it out and dissect it so that it can be communicated, marketed, mass produced. To bring enlightenment to the masses.
Now, though, I think that the problem is not that you cannot communicate enlightenment, but that there does not seem to be any point. Whether you find it or not, your part of the dance. And the point is to enjoy the dance, no matter where the steps lead.
But since it has been essentially the life's work of a genius (myself) to both achieve enlightenment, and to find out how to logically break it down and communicate it, now that I have achieved the former, I may as well give the latter a shot.
Buddhism is the process of turning your killer instinct upon itself. We, each of us, has a killer instinct. A sense to kill if it means saving yourself. To struggle for life. And you can go on struggling for life, your whole life, but what happens in the end? You lose. If you keep struggling for life, your whole life is a losing situation and all the cars and jewelry and fine wine and drugs won't change that.
See, enlightenment is choosing to perceive life as a game you can win. You spend your life trying to nurture and bring about as much other life as possible, and to kill and hurt as little as possible, and regardless of how successful you are, your life is still a winner.
And the way you do that, the way you change the rules of the game mid-stream, is to turn your killer instinct upon itself. It may sound like suicide, but it is not. Perhaps suicide of your ego to some degree.
Look at it this way: I've spent my whole life thinking, "What the hell do I want to do next?" And it got me to a mental and emotional quaqmire because I DID NOT KNOW. So I created distractions for myself, ways to pretend that the outside world was keeping me to busy to figure out what I wanted to do next. The truth is, I just did not know what, if I were entirely free to choose and had no obligations or limits, what would I want to do? We all of us spend our lives distracting ourselves from the impossibility of answering this question. Because it is fundamentally unanswerable.
For a couple years now, I have been applying all my powers of analysis at figuring out what DO I want to do next if I were perfectly free. The question is an endless spiral. It is impossible to answer. Because if you were entirely free, you would not want anything. Your wants are a product of the limitations and forces that are acting upon you. You think your "wants" are free will, but that are just reflex actions.
Anyway, you can spend your life in the hopeless pursuit of an answer to that question of what you would want if you were free -- chasing an endless spiral -- or you can CHANGE from asking yourself, "What do I want?" to asking yourself. "What can I do for the universe?" To see your life as one of service to the universe is the ultimate freedom, the only way to avoid the hopeless attempt to figure out, if you had your druthers and were entirely free and unencumbered, what would YOU want to do next? That is a meaningless, unanswerable question.
What do I want? -- that question is the trap. If you ask the question, you have already fallen into the trap. You think that your wants make you free. You think expressing what you want is an exercise of free will. But in fact you have no wants that are not reflections of your attempt to protect your ego. Let it go. You don't need an ego that bad. You won't be able to take it with you when you die.
So, anyway, enlightenment is recognizing the hopelessness of asking what you want, and giving yourself hope by changing the rules to ask, from the very start, what you can do to be of service. Completely release your ego, and you will be freed.
You know, I also used to think that enlightened people probably had crappy sex lives, because they did not have the thrill of shame, of dirtiness, of nastiness that gives sex its spice. But now I think the sex gets better with enlightenment. And, in fact, I've probably found enlightenment mainly for the sexual benefits. I mean, being the true servant of life means doing anything that would bring your signifcant other greater pleasure, no matter how odd or kinky, absolutely without judgment and, rather, with a fun sense of excitement to see how off the wall and unexpected the other person's ideas might be.
Well, other than that one paper on Zen Buddhism in high school, I've never studied the subject. In fact, I got a degree in philosophy without being 100% sure what Buddhism was. Which seems odd to me, on reflection. Perhaps my killer instinct steered me away from the topic because it sensed danger to itself, because it looked out of my eyes and saw that there were people walking around who apparently had no killer instict, and so my own killer instict got a sense of its own mortality, and has been fighting for survival. After all, what else would you expect your killer instinct to do anyways? And it did that by steering me away from such topics or people when, in fact, you'd think that Buddhism would be a subject I would have rushed right towards being a liberal, secular humanist. Anyway, my killer instinct put up quite a fight. Managed to steer me clear of asking the right questions for a long time. Because it did not want to die.
Well, in fact, my killer instinct is not dead. But I have turned it upon itself, which may work out to much the same thiing. But I like to keep in mind I have not killed it, but rather am letting it fully express itself, upon itself.
So now I'll try to go through the rest of my life doing as little harm as possible and nurting life as much as I can while I pass through. This means no longer eating meat, for example.
If that is buddhism, then that's what I am. And, though I mentioned about surrender of your ego before, that is not exactly right. Because I still have an ego. In fact, it strokes my ego quite a bit to have hit on this way to turn the struggle for life from a certain loser, to a winning game, by changing the rules mid-game. And I feel a sense of immense personal satisfaction to that may be a temporary product of zazen, or may be with me as long as I continue to live as a Buddhist. Basically, I'm admitting that I still have enough ego to enjoy patting myself on the back for having figured out this particular riddle.
Anyway, I guess the bottom line is to stop worrying about death and extinction because they WILL happen. No reason to bring more death and extinction struggling against the inevitable. And the question "What do I want" is answerless, an endless and hopeless spiral of meaningless fluff. Your life is meaningless until you decide to ask the question, "What would be best for the universe?"
And if you MUST kill something, why not your killer instinct?
Some may think that our killer instinct is what allows us to survive. That to defeat it is to commit species-suicide. But choosing not to kill to live, is not the same as killing yourself. In fact, suicide is a form of killing, an expression of the killer instinct not upon itself, but upon its host. So our species would not immediately collapse and expire upon the spread of this doctrine of "live and let live." But, really, so what if it did? Because the point is that humanity WILL be extinct one day. That is as certain as your own mortality. And in the end, when humanity is gone from the universe, will we be remembered as that blight that went out clawing and scratching all the way to the end, or as the loving, nurturing neighbor?
I mean, I know how many of you will just NOT be able to give up the idea of clawing and scratching to survive. But the bottom line is that WILL fail. You WILL die. So your consciousness has the ability to recognize your fleshly limitations and chart a path that gives a sense of meaning to your existence even though it is fleeting. And that is by making your life a positive experience for everyone you come into contact with.
Well, since 10th grade, I can view my life as the quest to find out what zen enlightenment was, and then to figure out how to communicate it in language and in rational terms. I hope you do not think me too egotistical to note that I am technically a genius and, in fact, have never met anyone who could prove they were smarter than me (though I have suspiciously avoided life choices that would bring my intellect into rigourous challenge or scrutiny, at least before posting here). Anyway, I'm not trying to pat myself on the back for being smart. The point, though, is not to be smart. It is to be right. Anyway, just giving you the background for my effort to articulate enlightenment. Here is the product. Well, the first draft. Enjoy.
~psychoblast~
p.s. We'll see if this makes sense when I sober up.
p.p.s. It occurs to me that maybe everything I've said can be found in any basic buddhism book, and I spent decades essentially re-inventing the wheel. But I think that if so, I still don't regret taking my own path to these truths. The truths may, in fact, make regret impossible.