A student raised an excellent metaphor in Omar’s “Religulous” thread:
Imagine, iff you’re willing and able, that the basic Buddhist cosmological template is not terribly irrelevant. Six holes: God(s); Demi-gods; Humans; Animals; “Hungry Ghosts”; and, Hell-beings.
Now, assuming one hasn’t spent a lifetime contemplating the Tibetan Book of the Dead, &c., how is it one might map out a way to the hole of one’s primary desire? Or at least, avoid those of one’s especial disdain?
Your ‘soul’ is the cue ball, nice and creamy, non-descript (except for apparently superficial etches, &c.).
Your ‘life’ is the pool cue, straight (or not) and long (or not).
And your ‘mind’ is the body, instigator of the shot. The Player. Mind is concerned to enter a hole through the image of the soul.
The pool balls, religions and philosophies, bodies of thought, spread around the table (“Reality”), each with a history of being positioned somewhere else previously, and fated to be redistributed again and again. In any event, they tend to obscure any clear pathway through to the holes (not necessarily a bad thing, mind you).
So, how might the mind acknowledge the geometry of the present distribution?
In the meditation of making its shot(s), on what must the mind be primarily focused?
What would represent Mara (a.k.a. “the Devil!”)? The current-state of (re)distribution? Or, say, a drunk at the bar? …or the bartender? Faust?!
Wisdom and Compassion: not only avoiding hooking others, but clearing/obstructing pathways for them, auspiciously of course.
Is the ultimate Buddhist goal to be jumped off the table (a.k.a. “Pulling a Buddha”)?
Or is this metaphor simply too Copernican? Is there multidimensional pool?
FYI: posted in both Philosophy & Religion to compare trains of thought…
EDIT: the cue stick (life) is the self, the cue ball (soul) is the subtle self, and the very subtle self (mind) is the body.
The self, of course, doesn’t survive death (which hasn’t been represented here yet). The subtle self returns through the pocket. The very subtle self returns through it’s image of the subtle self going through the pocket. But the very subtle self, at once, doesn’t (materially) exist in that process. I’m forgetting the nature of the embodiments of “what” reincarnates. I’ve also not represented how a Buddha might hold off from Nirvana (if Mahayanan) and assist in the multidimensional games-playing. Might Buddhas get together when they’re bored and play cut-throat?