Showing posts with label Buddhist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddhist. Show all posts

Monday, September 3, 2012

One HAND


August 30, 2012

One HAND

At the neighborhood coffee house, W. and I were chatting over our cups of coffee.  About Eckhart Tolle, about seeing without thinking, about being a dot of paint that somehow managed to escape the canvas that all the other dots of paint take to be the whole world.

He looked at me quizzically.  "Have you ever heard the Zen koan, 'What is the sound of one hand clapping?'"

"What?"

"Do you know what a koan is?" he asked.  I shook my head, No.  "Koans are these riddles that they use in Zen Buddhism to challenge students.  They usually sound like nonsense.  But the nonsense somehow leads the student to a state of enlightenment.  Then, suddenly, the student understands the riddle."

"OK," I answered.  "So you have one that you're going to tell me?"

"Yeah.  It goes like this: 'What is the sound of one hand clapping?'"

"I give up.  What IS the sound of one hand clapping?" I said, waving my hand through the air.

"That's not bad," said W.  "It looks like you are clapping to an imaginary hand.  Not bad at all."  After a pause, in which he reflected on what he THOUGHT I was doing, he said, "OK. Here is how I think of it."

He reached out with his left hand and grabbed my right wrist.  "Can I borrow this?"

I allowed him to lift up my hand by the wrist.  He held it about twelve inches above the table.

"THIS is the sound of one hand clapping!"  With that, he slapped his right palm against my right palm.  It made a strong conventional clapping sound.

Next, he leaned toward me and caught my gaze in his.  He held the stare.  Lowering his voice he said, conspiratorially, "And you know what?"  I waited.  Softly, he said, "It's the SAME hand!"

He let go of my hand.  It remained in the same place above the table where he placed it for the clap.  He put his hand near mine and slowly looked back and forth from one to the other.

I was momentarily stunned.  Did I clap my hand against his?  Or did HE clap my hand against his.  For an instant, I couldn't be sure whether that hand--under his control--was his hand or my hand.  I, too, looked from one hand to the other, and nodded.  At a certain level of understanding, these were not two hands.  They were both manifestations of a single HAND.

I reached over with my left hand and grabbed his right wrist as he had done with mine.  Then I slapped my right palm against his right palm, making the clapping noise.

"That is the sound of one hand clapping," I agreed.  "It's the 'God-HAND' reaching out into two separate manifestations and clapping itself."

In a moment of contentment, W. laughed softly.  I laughed softly, too.  W. and I laughed softly.  We laughed softly.  I and we laughed softly.  I/we laughed softly.

Finally, one of us--and it doesn't really matter who that was--said:

"Every single one of us is a God-HAND clapping other God-HANDS."

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Happy Birthday Independence Day


July 4, 2012, Bob Fiske

Happy Birthday Independence Day

Happy Birthday AEAD.
It is July Fourth.
Your combined ages is 167 years.

I hope you are well.
I hope your spirit is lifted.
I hope your spirit knows it’s lifted.
I hope you know how to lift your spirit.
I hope your path is the journey of a lifted spirit lifting spirits.
May you also experience peace and compassion.
May you and all living beings find connectedness and compassion in the path ahead.

As I seem to see what lies on the path ahead I know that calmness could be our greatest virtue.
As we awaken to what we have created, with a calm spirit we could fully open our eyes and our minds.
From clear, calm seeing we could begin to accept the truth of what we have done and grasp it without blame or remorse.
As friends we could begin to fully accept the state of the world and the state of ourselves.
With a calm regard we could begin to accept the pain of knowing and, from that, the peaceful release of responsibility.
As companions on our one ship earth we could know each other warmly.
We could reside quietly as though in the restful time of the setting sun.
We could be ourselves newly and be aware that, in the new dawning, petty disputes and trivial concerns could be put aside.
We could accept the role of doing the greater work of serving the harmonious welfare of all that is impermanent.
We could understand that we are imperfect knowers of Good and embrace our limitations even while we strive to reflect It into the world.
We could identify our inner selves, experiencing that this is who we were all along.
We could realize that the struggle to be our authentic selves was bound to lead us to this place.
And this place could allow us to live as ourselves, in the deepest sense possible.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Dawkins Versus Collins: On the Things Which Spark Debate*


After being sick for three weeks, my mind is starting to click again.  (Poor you.)  Can I ask a question?  What is a “thing”?  As in my saying, “Buddhism is just a thing.”  What does it mean to call something a thing?

A thing is something that can be separated and removed from the other elements around it.  Thus, a stone lying on the road is a thing.

But this opens other avenues for drawing conclusions.  Something that is a totality, representing the superset of “wholeness”, cannot be a thing.  So, the universe cannot be a thing if, by the universe, we mean the sum total of everything.  Some people might say the same thing about God, seeing that God subsumes everything that is less than God.

I would say that the phenomenon known as conscious experience also qualifies as a totality.  We cannot directly “know” (or have direct awareness of) anything that falls outside the scope of conscious experience.  Elements within consciousness can be removed from the mix.  But consciousness itself cannot be removed (while we are conscious).  Therefore, conscious experience is not a thing.

Here is another distinction.  Some things can be described as “physical” things.  Other things have no physicality, but are, nevertheless, things.  Nonphysical things could be described as “mental” things.  They exist only in the mental environment of a conscious mind.

Example: I create a mathematical set that consists of the days of the week.  Each member of the set is a thing since I could remove it from the set and consider it alone.  And the set is a thing.  Why?  Because it is not the totality called “the set of all sets”.  (It can be removed from the set of all sets and can be examined on its own.)  Yet, we can recognize that all these are mental things and are clearly apart from physical things.

There is a special category of mental things: words.  A word is a constituent of the superset known as “vocabulary”.  What makes words interesting is that they have “correspondences” to other things.  Word correspondence can be representational: words stand for things.  Word correspondence can also be associative: word things can have similarities or relationships to other word things.  This permits classification, grouping and reminding.  In other words, word things have primary meanings as well as shades of meanings beyond the primary.

Word things can create confusion.  When I use a word I am using a thing, but do I mean the word thing or the meanings associated to it?

One area of word thing confusion might arise if the word thing refers to a rule.  “Rule X” is a thing that references a law or regulation that requires car drivers to turn on headlamps when continuously operating a vehicle’s windshield wipers.  If I invoke “Rule X” in conversation, am I making reference to the practical application of this rule on the part of a car driver?  Perhaps, I am in the legal or enforcement profession.  In that case “Rule X” refers to the word-for-word law that is recorded as the official wording of Rule X.  Or, maybe my use of “Rule X” in my speech would be a reference to the intent or the “why” behind the rule’s creation in the first place.

Many an argument has taken place precisely because the discussants were using the same word thing, yet conjuring in their minds distinctly different referential meanings.  The fact is that such debates happen and are given social importance.  To illustrate, we might step into a courtroom in which two law firms (and the parties they “represent”) are battling out a conflict to the point that one side’s meaning prevails over the other side’s meaning.

Here’s another example.  Suppose I use the word thing “God”.  Doing so, I might be referencing the word itself.  This is not a trivial usage.  Fundamentalist Judaism places strict limits on how and when words for God may be used.

Or, perhaps “God” refers to a specific religion’s understanding of a God-concept, and, indirectly, is a reference to that religion apart from other religions.  For instance someone who says “God” might be invoking the specific meaning “Christ”, which, of course, directly connects to a specific group of religions known as Christianity.

Alternatively, the word thing “God” could be indicative of a specific type of experience.  For instance, a person who says “God” might have in mind the entity to whom humans give praise and what it feels like to give praise.

Clearly, the experiential quality of praising is distinct and different from a specific God-concept, and both are different from a name for God.  Yet, unending arguments will burn because each participant is contributing a different sort of kindling to the fire of disagreement.  The debate happens because the participants can’t free themselves from the trap set by a word thing with different referents.

What this suggests is that we may need a new kind of language that can describe the use of things in multiple and different ways, thus freeing us from the confusion of “single thing, multiple correspondences”.  This new language (and the thought which accompanies it) would help us see past the confusions that arise when things enter the mind and take on form in conscious experience.

From such a language a new concept of things and meaning could arise, as well as a respectful understanding of the weaknesses that come with holding things such as words in consciousness.  From this new language:
A super-consciousness.
That renders consciousness as a thing.
A super-consciousness.
That transcends.
Words.
And.
Things.


*As I wrote this, I had in the back of my mind some of the great debates in recent years between believers and atheists.  One notable, and brilliant scientist, Richard Dawkins, has positioned himself to become a lightning rod for some of these debates.  For example, see the debate between Dawkins and NIH administrator Francis Collins that was arranged and published by Time magazine in 2006, “God vs. Science”.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

You Clean It, You Own It


Occupy Long Beach Beach Cleanup, Cherry Beach, Mar. 18, 2012

Report From the Field.  Today between 11:00 am and 1:00 pm about ten of us showed up at Cherry Beach for another in a series of trash harvests sponsored by Occupy Long Beach.  Actually, for me, this was my first official beach cleanup, ever.  I was fired up.  And a good thing, too.  In the wake of yesterday’s rainstorm, the National Weather Service issued a high wind advisory with gusts up to 32 mph.  So I layered up the clothing and drove (You what???) there.

Inge and Betzi met me there with official, orange Beach Cleanup trash bags and hospital gloves to diminish the yuck-factor.  Normally, when I pick up trash, I avoid things that have made contact with mucus membranes, but this way I didn’t need to worry about that.  Also, Wayne had a bunch of those grabber sticks bought by Philip.  (Thank you Phil!)

The strong, gusts were coming from the West.  At Cherry Beach this meant that the air current was blowing down the coast, perpendicular to the direction that the waves move.  The wind is like a living force, moving things around according to its own patterns.  It had started its work much earlier in the morning, sweeping across the sand like an invisible broom.  We had to deal with it.  Most of the lightweight trash was gone, having been blown to sands eastward (and perhaps into the water as well).

The beach is large, a person is small.  Mostly, you work by yourself.  There are no rules, so you just make up your own strategy.  Some move quickly, looking for the big stuff.  Betzi had victory in this approach as she held up the rubber hot-water bottle that an anonymous tourist left for her.  I opted for the micro approach.  Step by step, I moved systematically around my marker (an unused grabber stick that I laid down) as I looked for small pieces the wind had missed.

There are a lot of little white pieces on the sand.  You pick one up.  It is a small piece of Styrofoam.  You wrestle with your plastic bag as it dances wildly.  Finally you succeed in depositing the little piece.  Another little white piece.  It is a broken piece of seashell.  Put it back.

The colored plastic is easier to spot.  Isn’t it wonderful that consumers respond so well to color in their plastic products?  Certainly makes our work easier.  Then again, as my new buddy Eric pointed out, color is attractive to birds, too, and so many of these little bits end up in their gullets.

At the end of our two-hour cleanup we had a nice pile of orange trash bags filled with human rubbish.  Wayne took a photo of us standing proudly over our catch.  Before we departed I asked for people’s impressions.  Betzi expressed amazement at all the Styrofoam that you find out there.  Someone mentioned the idea of a legislative ban on plastics at the beach.  (Currently, only people’s pets are forbidden, as I found out when a beach official blared on a loudspeaker that some party could not bring their dog to the beach.)  Wayne expressed frustration that people will not take the time to walk thirty seconds out of their way to put their trash in a trash can.

Afterthoughts.  When I was a kid I remember seeing these old guys with their metal detectors searching for hidden treasure beneath the sand.  Do they still do that?  I don’t know, except I expect that mostly what you find on today’s beaches is the throwaway junk from our society’s disposable culture.  Julia Butterfly Hill asks, “Where is away?”, and answers, “There is no away.”  The idea that we “throw away our trash” is quickly losing meaning in a world filled to the gills with human beings and their stuff.

At the start of today’s activity, Inge wondered out loud (with perhaps a twinge of anger) WHY SO MANY people are so careless about their trash.  I answered that we could respond from the Buddhist context of compassion.  Maybe there is not so much that separates us from them except that if we are patient rather than angry we can slowly wake them up.  Later, on my solitary search in the sand, I reconsidered the idea.  Folly, folly is it to want to awaken another.  It is I who must awaken.  The world waits for me to deepen my sense of awareness of my place in the great scheme.  And from that, change will happen.