Things just never work out exactly according to plan, do they?……
Although a man may wear fine clothing, if he lives peacefully; and is good, self-possessed, has faith and is pure; and if he does not hurt any living being, he is a holy man… — The Dhammapada (c. B.C. 300)
The Dhammapada was written in India a very long time ago. In it one will find any number of concepts somewhat foreign to the Occidental mind. (Yes, you have one..) I like this one, because it puts religion second, behind reality. According to most western religions, the dogma is put before reality, and must be accepted as real in spite of evidence to the contrary. One’s actions are less important than one’s motivation for performing the act, and that, to me, is just plain old-fashioned bullshit. Reality is what counts; I don’t care why someone does what they do. Such knowledge is only relevant if I am to manipulate them, and matters not at all to the recipient of the act. A beggar doesn’t care why you give him bread, nor does a foe care why you are trying to hit them. They only care for their own self-interest, as do we all. An act of charity is one that ennobles the one acting, whether they are acting from good or evil; the act itself is the determining factor, not the feeling behind it. One performing an act of charity should not wish to be praised for it; otherwise it is merely another way to serve one’s own interest, and is no charity at all…..
“I can stand brute force but brute reason is quite unbearable.” — Oscar Wilde
I identify with Oscar in a lot of areas, mostly I think because he was, as I am, a dilettante by nature, and only worked because of the dictates of necessity. This sentiment is pure Oscar, for he believed, as do I, that life on one’s own terms is preferable to having to live by the rules of society, and that doing so in style is its own reward. The mind can be used as a club, to beat ideas into submission, or it can be used as a scalpel, to neatly excise tainted or unnecessary ideas with simplicity and elegance. So it becomes, as always, a matte of choice as to how to approach Life. One can approach it as a battle to be won, or as a puzzle to be solved. Both ways have their advantages and disadvantages, but to me, the approach that makes use of reason and logic will always be my preferred choice…….
He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxom foe he sought
Till rested he by the tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought
— _Jabberwocky_, by Lewis Carroll (Charles Dodgson)
“A little nonsense now and then, is cherished by the wisest men.” — Willie Wonka…… Poetry, especially epic poetry, is a challenging format for our minds. Information is not always clearly stated; concepts are distorted, or merely alluded to, and most people, myself included, find it a challenge to interpret the poet’s meaning, to drag it from obscurity to clarity. But poetry can also stimulate a part of us that we don’t frequently keep in the forefront of our consciousness, a part that is connected to Beauty, and Truth, that is stimulated by the structure and cadence of the poet’s words, that reacts with great favor to the capriciousness and silliness that permeates work such as the piece above. When you read it, it not only sounds good to the ear, and to the mind, but actually engenders feelings in the reader, feelings that add strength to the overall effect of the piece, and increase the sense of enjoyment, if not always to the understanding of the concepts presented. Sometimes, it just feels good to read nonsense, without worrying about understanding it……
Another day, another notch in the post…..it’s been real…….y’all take care out there……
Sometimes I sits and thinks,
I just sits.