:: Double Entries for Today ::
In the journey of our lives there's always a guiding principle that dictates
our courses of action.
It is this principle that makes us do what we do, and
makes us intrisically uniquely ourselves.
How this principle is derived can be rather interesting.
For most, I presume it is an act of monkey-read/see/hears/feels-monkey-do.
Monkey reads a deeply moving book and gets enlightened.
Monkey sees an inspirational movie and his life goes tangential.
Monkey hears the wise words of the guru and takes up yoga.
Monkey feels the electromagnetic pulses and becomes psychic.
For me, it is like seeing the world in a binoculars and
removing it henceforth.
The world seems more three-dimensional, no?
Mrs Foster, my humanities form teacher used the word "Epiphany"
to describe the protagonist's feelings in James Joyce's 'Araby'.
It is a sudden realisation that triggers a life-changing chain-reaction.
Often induced by a crisis.
My crisis will then be while I was fourteen, involving my father's kidney failure,
and then my talk to Joanne.
My epiphany will then be the questioning of religion several years later.
and it is best epitomised by Mr Campbell.
To quote Joseph Campbell:
"A wonderful example is a story I was told about a Buddhist monk whom a friend was following.
Now in Tibet, people go to a slaughter-house, buy a lamb that is about to be killed,
then give the lamb its freedom, and that is a pious act.
Accordingly, this monk, who had a cluster of beautiful girls around him, was going to perform a pious act
by freeing five hundred fish.
And so, with his constellation of beauties, he went from one bait shop to another trying to buy
five hundred minnows.
But bait was in short supply, and the shopkeepers said they were not going to sell him minnows
Finally , however, he found a shop that would, and he and his entourage, carrying buckets of fish,
went down to the shore, where they had a ceremony of blessing the fish that were about to be given their freedom.
They they dumped one bucket after another into the ocean.
Well, pelicans flocked from every point of the compass, and the
little monk ran back and forth, waving his robe,
trying to chase the pelicans away.
Now, what is good for pelicans is bad for fish, and
this monk has taken sides.
He was not in the middle place.
This is to me a very important story.
Every now and then, I wake up laughing at that monk and his
banquet for the pelicans.
That is why the story of the lion lying down with the lamb is so silly.
Read concretely, you realise that when the lion is eating the lamb,
he is lying down with it.
That's how it was meant to be, and "shanti, shanti, shanti";
nothing is happening.
That is the perspective of the sublime,
which annihilates ego consciousness and its relationship.
Without changing the world, there is escape from sorrow just by
Life will always be sorrowful.
We can't change it, but we can
change our attitude toward it. "
Now, recall the man throwing the starfish back into the ocean?