Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Eternal Now
So all the books seem to indicate that everything in time/space is really happening right now. So what we think is past is in some way happening still. My memories are certainly subjective, seems that the takeaway varies depending on the viewpoint. When I rummage around in the memories, they are surreal, like the matrix, and those real moments are fabrications of our collective intents. Boy the world really is our oyster, a bit gelatinous, you know it's gonna be a bit strange to consume.
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Yamaoka Tesshu, as a young student of Zen, visited one master after another. He called upon Dokuon of Shokoku. Desiring to show his attainment he said:
"The mind, Buddha, and sentient beings, after all, do not exist. The true nature of phenomena is emptiness. There is no realization, no delusion, no sage, no mediocrity. There is no giving and nothing to be received."
Dokuon, who was smoking quietly, said nothing. Suddenly he whacked Yamaoka with his bamboo pipe. This made the youth quite angry.
"If nothing exists," inquired Dokuon, "then, where did this anger come from?"
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