A few words about myself, huh? Well, in describing our Selves we would do well to first ponder:
a) if there are any actual Selves to describe in the first place (that's the "buddhist" in me, if, in fact, there is enough of a "me" to be "buddhist");
1.Like a hand in a glove,Mind's an analogy of reality.Consciousness is the real thing.2.Ego is a memory.Forget it.3.Look at this proletarian body!Look at its billions of constitutionally independent cells!Look at how they all united in one mind!Can you?4.If I had a tail,I'd chase it.Why not?I am doing it now.5.Mind leads Consciousnessby its own nose.Silly!6.A blade of grasswatches another ...
A haiku – as I see it – is a pre-industrial camera click, a snap-shot of the outer and inner. Take this one by Master Buson 1716–1783.Picking plum blossomsAnd fretting at my wrinkled hand –Fragrance. Allow me to… analyze, rather than interpret. At a content level, the gist is simple: a man is picking up plum blossoms, notices his wrinkled hand, frets about it, and then ...
There is a way of thinking about all life as a one-way flight (of consciousness). What makes this existential suicide mission heroic or not is whether we choose our own "telemetry." Omon Ra does. Omon Ra, the protagonist of the book, as millions of Russians was born into the "life" simulation of Soviet-style reality that ideologically trained generations for ...
