“I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for…
If death delivers us from the binding constricts of time and space . . . why fear death when it is no more than a ticket back to the singularity of our one true home?
Like the guy says, as we get so easily lost in words, language has no way of revealing these truths to us, BUT meditation does.
The Tao Te Ching gives the best thought I believe . . . in the first chapter when it says:
(my interpretation, there are others more true to the original chinese I am sure))
Before the beginning there was the Unknown.
At the beginning the Unknown split into two parts.
One part remained the unknown, the other formed the (time and space) heavens and the earth.
Man, unable to understand the Unknown, either worships it or denies it’s existence.
There are some things in life that must be experienced in order to understand them.
Listening to music.
The taste of a fresh peach.
The touch of a lover.
The scent of fresh rain in a forest.
The view from the top of a mountain.
In all these cases, to deprive the senses from experiencing, is to deprive the knowing.
The Tao must also be experienced.
Give her a name and she becomes a religion.
Ignore her and she will never cease knocking at your door.
The purpose for time and space is for us to experience the wonders and the beauty of that unknown singularity from which we came . . . what we have created, because of the laws of duality governing it, is chaos . . . our chaos, our doing, our responsibility to fix it, nurture it, and restore it.
Time and space are one of the greatest conundrums of both science and philosophy, and have been so since we began to think about them self-reflectively. Many, especially in physics, see space-time as an objective thing, which can be bent and twisted. Others, namely in Eastern philosophy, see time and space as illusions, narratives in…
In the freezing rain
Among the insane
There is no pain
There is no gain.
The thrill of the fight
The rush while in flight,
Away we go . . . into the night.
Wanting to scream
But it’s not easy to scream
In this fucked up dream.
Where the bullets are slow
And my barrel is bent.
And my target
Will never stay down.
In the rain
Among the crying, among the dying
Watching war go round.
Again-and again-and again.
Reading a lot about suicide lately I began to wonder, instead of Anthony Bourdain, what it would take for me to do the deed, because at one time in my youth I could have. When I was younger (in the late 60’s) I went through a time when I thought it would be a good idea to off myself, but then I ran away from my problem and got stoned for a couple of years instead.
When I got older I realized that the suicidal thoughts began because I had expected too much from this decidedly fractured society. I was too good for this place and I was drowning in a huge portion of self pity and self righteousness.
I had the strong belief in America and the people who ran it . . . false deduction #1.
I had a strong belief that my marriage was ordained by God and my ex and I were solidly behind one another . . . false deduction #2.
I believed that I was a tough guy who could handle anything . . . false deduction #3.
I wanted to kill myself and make a statement to everybody for taking me for granted. This act would teach them all a good lesson. . . false deduction #4
I wanted to kill myself because I thought I had reached the end of my rope and had nowhere else to turn . . . wrong deduction #5
One day after a strong psychedelic experience, after a ‘coming to Jesus’ experience, after dropping all that religious stuff and having a ‘coming to Jim’ experience . . . I began to see our lives here on this dimension had never been created for our ease or our prosperity . . . we were here to learn and to experience as much as possible during our short stay upon these shores.
I learned that karma rules the affairs of men and as I give I will receive. No longer looking for love, I began to see how necessary it was to share to the best of my ability the love that I have within myself with others.
I learned that I was responsible for my actions and if I found myself behind the eightball, chances were I had placed myself there. I quit being a victim and worked towards being a warrior . . . not as I did earlier in my life, but in a spiritual sense. Not in over the top religion, but by quietly following the pathway called kindness. Not by making a spectacle of myself in any direction, but by being there for anyone who crossed my path. (regardless of race, color or creed).
Today as an old man I see nothing but chaos surrounding me in every direction and I seldom leave the confines of my front porch . . . but if anybody comes by I will sit and talk with them, give them a beer or a cup coffee and listen to their complaints without judgement or preachy direction. . . and that old lady who just smacked me in the ass with her grocery cart? I will spin around and give her a smile (though a bit disingenuous)
Today life is great and suicide is far from my mind because I know this life has never been meant to be a rose garden, . . . it’s a battlefield brother, not a recreation room. It’s a fight and not a game. When I fall down, I’m gonna get up because I didn’t start out to play . . . I think we need to learn that.
Can one unite the body and the spirit as one and embrace the “Oneness” without departing from the great Tao?
Can one achieve harmony with such gentleness by holding on to the true spirit within as if the innocence of an infant?
Can one free oneself from worldly knowledge and cleanse one’s mind, so that no faults shall be made?
Can a ruler love his people by governing with the natural Way without personal intention? Can the mystic gate to all life essence be opened or closed without the virtue of the mysterious nature?
Can one gain the insight of nature and become a wise person without the effort of action? The mysterious nature creates and nurtures all things without the desire to possess them. It performs with all efforts without claiming for credit.
It flourishes all beings without the intention to take control of. Such is the “Mystic Te” or “Mystic Virtue.”
How hard is it for you to endure the weight of your own ego, while at the same time seeking to embrace the Tao?
Can you ever go backwards to early childhood, before you picked up all the bad habits?
Can you make it all new again by shining up the old ego, and presenting it’s sameness in a different light?
In your ego driven life, will you ever truly love the people under you more than the power you have over them?
Are you capable of being a nurturing boss?
Are you capable of realizing that without embracing the wisdom of the Tao you really aren’t too bright?
The Tao nurtures her children and takes no thought of ownership.
She acts on their behalf yet does not demand obeisance.
She, although being their steward, does not act like a boss.
All this is true virtue.