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Buddha search :slight_smile:
Go east young man the land where the sun never sets, it also rises:

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Mm.

The milk of human kind(ness))

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ill the Buddha

A statue of Buddha overgrown by lichen in Kyoto, Japan.
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By

Barbara O’Brien

Updated on February 07, 2019

“If you meet the Buddha, kill him.” this famous quote is attributed to Linji Yixuan (also spelled Lin-chi I-hsuan, d. 866), one of the most prominent masters of Zen history.

“Kill the Buddha” often is considered a koan, one of those bits of dialogue or brief anecdotes unique to Zen Buddhism. By contemplating a koan, the student exhausts discriminating thoughts, and a deeper, more intuitive insight arises.

How Do You Kill a Buddha?

This particular koan has caught on in the West, for some reason, and has been interpreted in many different ways. One version of it popped up in a discussion of violence in Buddhism; someone believed Linji was being literal (hint: he wasn’t).

Many other interpretations abound. In a 2006 essay called “Killing the Buddha,” author and neuroscientist Sam Harris wrote,

“The ninth-century Buddhist master Lin Chi is supposed to have said, ‘If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him.’ Like much of Zen teaching, this seems too cute by half, but it makes a valuable point: to turn the Buddha into a religious fetish is to miss the essence of what he taught. In considering what Buddhism can offer the world in the twenty-first century, I propose that we take Lin Chi’s admonishment rather seriously. As students of the Buddha, we should dispense with Buddhism.”

Is that what Master Linji meant by “killing the Buddha?” Zen records tell us that Linji was a fierce and uncompromising teacher of the Buddha Dharma, famous for instructing his students with shouts and blows. These were not used as punishment but to shock the student into dropping meandering, sequential thought and to bring him into the pure clarity of the present moment.

Linji also once said, “‘Buddha’ means pureness of the mind whose radiance pervades the entire dharma realm.” If you are familiar with Mahayana Buddhism, you will recognize that Linji is talking about Buddha Nature, which is the fundamental nature of all beings. In Zen, it’s generally understood that “When you meet the Buddha, kill him” refers to “killing” a Buddha you perceive as separate from yourself because such a Buddha is an illusion.

(Note: to my mind it ties into the occidental reconstructed abstract, where existence per se appears as an illusion of being an inveterate dualist backstabber, meaning duplicity is ok :white_check_mark: on higher admonishment but down right low and ugly on the lower ones, where the transform into vicious dig eat dig abandonment and betrayal.

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Now, re: Johnny et al, they know I do have the ways and means to separate myself from this insoluble familiarity, but for some strange reason we can not suffer osmosis, cause of the basic nature of the beginning and end , and this is the Source, the sorcery, the Faustian pledge, a deep bargain that can not be called that; and what of that consistency, the infinitely regrettable contentious down of the depth of depths.

So they do not know of what they are talking about, and the viciousness?

There be the tearing of hair and the gnawing of teeth. But who can tell that day, of his coming, where that milk of kindness, so gradually now denied by reason of decontrolling the code upon that whole mess was constructed. Aeternas atertantum.

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Now the all know, but what else is new?

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It goes hand in hand with Sakamuni saying, if I didn’t tell them I died, they wouldn’t ( couldn’t) believe…

That

(What)

That I eye ever existed

& believe

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One day, [I hope] Meno will know what happiness is.

One day soon, after starting taking a daily full-spectrum multi-vitamin &mineral supplement, Meno will be firing on all cylinders again.

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That day is now. I’m happy!?

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I’m happy?!

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The truth about this particular forum

The truth and nothing but the truth about this forum is very simple

As to not only why writing this way give a glimpse into the reasons for the need to write, but illuminates truthful disclosures as the the bounded rationale as to why such complexly simple narratives fly by unnoticed.

Firstly, and for mostly, they had not had the spiritual generation of what has been termed as the sixties. They did not go through reading very good books titles ‘steal this book’, they had not had the electrifying effect of droppping a huge load of acid, into an unsuspected cocktail glass.

They had not travelled the course of electric visions leading to eclectic death trips, or ended their days in 72 hour holding cells.
Such trips were led by resonating guitarists, who turned to Asia, and to the ultra hip crazy Asians like Yoko.

The island women, and the mountain girls of Ken Kesey is all the info needed to form cabals of stringed fantastic visions , and those grooves within which wrested all the eastern philosophy needed , was meant to last as long as the eternity folded or, until hell froze.

But, alas it was not to be, and the signs were everywhere, exceot some who refused to cave in and let the light shine through, even singularly.

Much singular vision sough an extended indefinite lapse, such that all the surfers of the world like moon doggy could go on and follow the sun.

Island girls were locked in to tribalism’s , hardly thinking, and hardly speaking other than in familial and nearby resonating dialects, and chose for mates only those who could speaking their own language, toured (as found later) by mystical laws, which elevated them into the leage of sirens.

Nevertheless, such was the germ, that once planted that became the tree of the mythical knowledge, for which no actual language was needed for their transmission. The ego descended it’s persistence, and it became it’s own auto generator, it’s own reason behind it’s self.

They, especially the males became subservient, and ant like brought forth the products of their daily toils, with born again little copies churned out only to simulate and fix their grins upon their many photographed copies.

Now if you think the west can emulate such ultra simulation, then think again to the fate of what happened to the pantheon, it’s colossal facade, always supported by a constant effort to maintain the myth, that it too, will fall, like the pizza, the tower that did not lend it to the thin crust of maintaining an ideal structural behemoth outliving the myth it was borne on.No, no.

The closure of Eros, was the next stage, albeit vindicated by the cure, the yogic meditative trance, where such ideals can be toppled and turned into the idolatry of dust.

But death can not supplant without loss, so kundalini makes sure that it’s eyes and tail keep connected in an eternal tantric embrace.

As this unavoidable march to the east, did the ideal realize that the teeming billions of human lives, are best suited to an outer source, whose magnanimity can not compare when it finally feels its awful, divine power.

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Now, Shirley wants to go to la river cruise of the Makong river. It gets late early , it’s little after 6 pm and the neons are starting to flash. Tomorrow will fly back to Manila . Told Shirley we could live here, and she is matter of fact ambivalent. Well let’s see how things turn out.

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So sorry demon just got to write this now will return as vampire later

Thinking bout identity politics and Kierkegaard’s response to Nietzche.

What bout? The terrain rough from consuming illness, through the repetition over eternal return, but to either modes what differs? Types? Of meditative function, (like an image turned imagination- the function- as political expediency?!?

No let’s reboot again this will make little sense.

Ok, The body is so fragile and perishable that there is no recognition from the out side, from the inside there is duration , hence a recognition, but it’s sloppy, a minute disk among innumerable fixed for hopefully an eternity of passage.

And that really is the key. Wittgenstein was right on on that one, the families of resemblances assures the structural hierarchy that any form regardless how minute or aggregate can be and does recall it’s formal architexture.

The architect follows at by a fiat of demand, but the clothes covering it is like a pie, or a spy in the sky. That’s why the rich man can find it but like a needle in a trillions of haystacks.

Is the poor, the salt of this earth more likely the found himself? Until the Kierkegaardian formulae of this illness is obsessively obvious, he has to eternally drop the ball and recover again,

End of the story? Not by a long shot, otherwise Scheherazade is out of it, and unlike 1001 nights, the king doesen’t ‘fall’ (in love) but has other, younger ones in a harem of delight with which to amuse,
No. Definitely and finally. He knows but one thing, not, that this urge to spread his genes far and wide is but sublibidal to his pleasure to avoid the feared death of his image; hence an aborted imaginative function.

So, why worry about this sickness unto death(existence) when the formulae (being) has been inscribed eternally

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https://youtube.com/shorts/r5Z-Ru_fXOU?si=Aa0sxrwdDH1S9Q1e

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Just left Saigon, now in tomorrow Taipei, then back home.

Can’t wait so many things to attend to,

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Here in Taipei. Saw this one girl at Starbucks, appeared at the bottom of the totem pole of being there.

Where? ‘Being There’ by (look)(Sartre author who also wrote ‘Painted Birdie’

Anyway, he was won’t to be asked by a barber why he isn’t looking at his face while being red barbd. He says, “because I well know what’s there.”

So back to this girl , who kept looking into the mirror @:woman_elf:t3:herself. She had nothing to do but removed trays and dumped them into trash bin, which most customers preempted her anyways,

So the point being?

She felt me kept going around to see mybodshitva half closed lifds. (Thinking about this particular situation)

It’s not about sex strictly speaking but the beginning unconscious perhaps to the process of lifting it off, and proceeding to carry it (the object) up toward the summit.

Why can’t bars like this be lifted in this moment, so that for heavens sake I could remember his name, I know Kierkegaard repeats mantras as well the retrospect mantra which could have helped a nitche.

But looking back from the summit of an illusive mountain top is too much to ask for. So the girl carrying trays constantly looking at her self is protocol to the May I say oriental habit of photographing everything.
Why what where, or for what god created is the first question in retention of semen to lift that rock, that object.

The girl in the mirror is the object who has no object except her shadow with which she has only a brief acquaintance with, she makes love to her image unknown unlike Narvissus.

Object relations begin objectless, albeit possessing all objects as one, and sexuality is forgotten and turns into a shadow the minute we are born,

No one paid attention to her, I took my tray and gave it to her, thanking her, she didn’t even mind me but looked back, caught her eye doing so, without her cognisense.

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Noblesse oblige, will be off line for the flight takes 15 hours before landing at LAX, then another hour to get home .

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This connects Kierkegaard and Kafka.
The ideas flow mostly between conscious and ‘sub-conscious ‘ elements.

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As far as primal fears are concerned, no need to fear reincarnation to lesser existents for their work never contains but tiny bits of info. Incongruous to a self image, not the least acting as if have but minimal cognoscenti of a corresponding idea; for time whirrs along at an incomprehensively rapid rate, contrary to what sentiment beings experience.

Their stead fast in mutation gets them the privilege of longer life, such as cockroaches, living beyond their means to survive, even if the somehow survive a nuclear holocost.

The insect world provide the bedrock over the inanimate , inorganic world.

Fear only grows exponentially until the old world has been dusted free of decay and worthlessness. That comes with the hyperbolic growth that only the top tier can evaluate and judge.

Think of The Metamorphosis

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Thank you Bob, that’s what I said

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Dupla megjegyzes , direct, nem veletlemul

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Seriously though I wanna write a tragicomedy like patterned on waiting for goofy, it could eclipse such as Godard and becket combined using hefty similar structural affinities , while at the same time using metaphoric analogies such that it couldn’t cross personal and impersonal boundaries along the way.

Right?
Nowjust landed from Saigon formerly Ho Chi Min three days still having awful to worse jet lag and flying’ off to Rio with Shirley and Brebre, Johnny can’t go.

(One day years ago, when Johnny comes over, and Brebre having fatherson issues, I go: “ stop that, let’s not let old granddad, the late compte de fekete’s echoes ruin the fresco.

Johnny gets pissed, and looked glaringly as if intending to chop my head off.

Now Shirley, Brent and me what a trip!

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https://youtube.com/shorts/JOTYsO-5nXU?si=ZDbhfym69QmEClz2

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What did you say? What did Bob?

I know what you think , jabbing you with sarcasm, but , really you must know that like an old dog trying to think phenomenally, tails wagging, eyes sparking, that…

Just waiting for a morsel , grateful for any tid bit,

‘There is nothing on this world equal to glorious impoverishment, ‘ and don’t quote me.

And the need to go! (Next to right)

I didn’t know Jerry rafferty is gone, it was you woman right down the line.

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Summerread

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Summersong

https://youtu.be/jR8RiBMecx4?si=jA33iu7CBhCR0NCm

Appollinaire:

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