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Adarnay
A retired writer and editor.
Interests: I maintain three blogs: Ghulf Genes, LaMarotte, and Borderzone, all on Google.These reflect my rather wide range of interests.
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Superb presentation, much appreciated!
The vast cloud you felt In this year? Its lightning Reached all feeling hearts.
Toggle Commented Dec 30, 2011 on the warmth of his socks (嘯) at tang dynasty times
Pop-Buddhism might be uncomfortable by what you say here, but for me it was a tremendous relief to discover a voice that speaks to the core of Buddhism -- extremely difficult to find stated so simply, yet also supported by genuine scriptures, in the absolutely acres and acres and acres of other so-called Buddhist sites. Thanks for the persistent effort!!
Oh, believe me, Kojizen. I agree with you entirely. My point is really that a stark formulation of the issue -- as in this post but virtually nowhere else on this altogether admirable and valuable blog -- permits the kind of logical interpretation that I make. I don't myself believe it to be thus...
Toggle Commented Aug 4, 2011 on Those who go beyond illusion at The Zennist
I chuckle at your oscillations, Azanshi. The cute things kids do say!
Toggle Commented Aug 3, 2011 on Those who go beyond illusion at The Zennist
As stated in this posting, I can’t help but assume that the Buddhist doctrine if understood as you here offer it — and I’m assuming that you have it correctly as seen at the core of Buddhism — is that in that case nirvana is annihilation...for practical purposes. In today’s post for instance (Aug 2, 2011), you write: What we see as the phenomenal world with all its differences from quarks to galaxies is Mind oscillating, moving itself creating, as a result, a contrast. By the oscillations of the Mind here is meant every conceivable experience, except the core experience of the self — which in this formulation is denied to the individual by the very existence of any oscillating action of the Mind. The presumption is that the self is capable of penetrating to the core, where there is no oscillation. Then it is unified with Mind in itself. But then—there being no longer any differences—the agency must, logically anyway, disappear. But what then was the point, in the first instance, of the oscillations? What we render as experiences — of which the most fundamental one is simply being here — depends crucially, at least as we’re wired to think, on perception of differences. With that removed, experience disappears. This explodes the last vestige of any meaning in Reality. The syllogism runs thus: To be is to know at least one difference—between being and not being. But to perceive any difference is to be caught in the realm of illusion. Therefore by penetrating to the point where all differences vanish, I vanish. To wave this aside by saying that that ordinary logic excludes the genuine experience of the Buddha Mind, which arises when such things as logic, thought, perception, etc. all disappear, suggests another paradox. Why did the Mind oscillate and thus create a difference? Why did it create illusion? And may I not then be an illusion myself? If I am not, then I am Mind. But then I ought to know why I chose to become ignorant through illusion. If I didn’t know what would happen before, was I really Mind with a leading cap? Was the sovereignty of absolute Mind not enough for me? Conversely, if I am the illusion, why is it up to me to do the penetrating? So that I can annihilate myself? There are difficulties here — at least for what some people call the mortal mind.
Toggle Commented Aug 2, 2011 on Those who go beyond illusion at The Zennist
My favorite of yours above is "History." Here's a thought. It would be nice to see the literal meaning of the originals as well...
Toggle Commented Oct 5, 2010 on Poetic Triptych (Yi Fan) at tang dynasty times
Once more, fabulous! The high levitates, even if it's made of bronze. The coarse cannot comprehend the subtle. Yet, inside us, they coexist in a strange harmony, and as the subtle increases, it lifts the coarse. Thus the traditions of Asia better conform to that which I feel inside me. The museum, alas, is a kind of graveyard. As a young husband I once bought a black-copper Japanese lamp at what was then, for me, an outrageous price, but something told me that this object, in our living room, would transform it. And it did. And it's still there. And I never see it without feeling/hearing a strange inner resonance. Thanks for this. It's made of electronic signals but has the weight of a precious object and echoes like a brazen gong...
Meaningful coincidence, synchronicity for readers of Jung, has always been, uh, meaningful to me. I opened my NY Times this morning to discover Thailand in revolt, dateline Bangkok, and my first thought was that some live in a more extended time dimension than others--because for me this post was in the background today--along with Kerr's wonderful motto--because a sad reverberation in time had been felt by you earlier than it manifested in actuality and in the news...
Thanks for that last, Peony. Clarifies things. Now as for the look on those faces, based on my observation that's exactly the look people have when they stare at certain programs on the screen -- an odd sort of involuntary fascination, yet with something oddly held back. The eyes watch -- but the soul seems to disapprove.
Ah, the bored look. I saw that too, anticipated something like your reaction, and (alas, I'm novelist of the future for whom time is very fluid) it occurred to me that the ladies in question were, ah, watching TV--but Carpacio, who, of course, like me, was fully aware of the fact, censored himself a little to keep the painting true to his era...
Stunning post. I kept asking myself why the two pictures don't, as it were, "join up" when separated. Gradually it dawned on me that it's all in the light. There is precious little of it in the combined image--but a fair amount in the top portion. The light diminishes as we go top to bottom. Your linking this with experience as the ONLY source of knowledge is a very nice intensification of the experience.
Way behind time's horizon, I want to echo Paul Frank's comment and also say Great Post! And especially in combination with Under a Flame Tree... Obviously not enough just to read people (Arendt) without seeing and fingering the fabric into which they're woven...
By way of a meaningful coincidence, on the evening of the day that this post appeared, I heard a mention of the Silk Road on TV in a contemporary Canadian comic show. It startled me a little.
Toggle Commented Nov 4, 2009 on Japan's Silk Road Boom at tang dynasty times
To quote you back to you: These shared moods…I am arguing, reside in the finest details of our imagined shared experience. When I saw that passage the other day, I copied it and saved it in a file on my machine. I thought the meaning exponentially raised by your interpretation. I had a rather strong reaction to that line. Aeneid: I have never read it, although I once spent some time comparing several translations of the opening (“Arms, and the man, I sing…”). A future project. If I can do Divine Comedy…
Toggle Commented Oct 29, 2009 on in the mood with heidegger at tang dynasty times