Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Internet Limiter Released! (by default)

 I revise yesterday's statement. Humans are built for movement. Not just running. Obviously? >.<

I was blinded briefly by the brilliance of the book 'born to run' but am now following it up with 'Exercise' by Lieberman, which in terms of a book about health, I much prefer. Though the stories about ultramarathoners and stuff from Born to Run are quite good and inspiring too.

But I started this entry for another reason: to report that my intentional internet restriction has basically died on the vine. It did fulfill it's purpose-- got me out of a rut and a loop of constantly being online, and out into new activities and thinking about ways to actually improve my life, rather than hide from it in glorious shiny abstraction and dopamine hits(though plenty of that still ongoing. Lots of MHGU going on with roommate at this time.)

I am still committed to my idea of owning very few things and  hand in hand with that, being generous with my excess possessions as I feel comfortable. My goals are still to save up money and prepare to be as mobile as possible. I have not given any serious consideration to leaving Kitsap County until after this winter is over. Despite all the possible problems, I am looking forward to snow, and to warm tea on cold nights.

Part of me still yearns for Moab-- but I am trying to keep in mind the advantages and disadvantages of where I am at, versus where I think I might want to be.

Insanity and RUNNING

I feel like I am slowly going insane. There are so many things-- literal things, but also things I've carried in my mind that just do not matter. I am baffled that on days where I don't try, money comes-- on days when I do try, I get nowhere. Life is not predictable-- in a much wider sense than just money.

And as it turns out, humans are built for one thing. Running. Physically-- mentally. I've started running again, dear reader, and in the privacy of the cool night air, it is the most freeing thing. Not just any running either, but barefoot running-- as I did in the days of my youth, before the hip pain set in (which may have been from long sessions in a chair with video games, and not running at all-- but I won't know until I run again for a few months and see if it recurs...) I don't think the pain will recur, because since those times a decade ago, I've honed in on the perfect stretching routine that eliminates that specific pain, along with a few others.

Thanks to my cherished physical therapist and masseuse. She knows who she is.

The fewer possessions I have-- the more the body I'm stuck with matters to me. It becomes more and more precious. I need it to be pleasant to exist in, to entertain me, and probably to use it to overcome challenges-- or at least be ready for those few moments in life where I may need to outrun danger. :P

Was Nietzsche right, that Strength was the point? Maybe. I would rather say he was right that LOVE was the point. Because if you don't love an activity-- there is no point. And if you don't love life, your life-- other people's lives, the life of the community you are in-- there is no point.

My feet dance on the pavement,

I float like a ghost untouched by the troubles of the world.

My lungs burn

I hurl myself beyond the red dust, into the lands where Gods still dwell.

Thursday, August 25, 2022

Matter matters and Mind does too

I think that how we live has a much deeper impact on our lives than what we think. Material over mind. Attempts to be 'at peace' among high stress situations have never worked out for me-- I always snap back, like a rubber band, and have to process that stress or pain later, even if I can put it aside for a moment, a week, or years.

In the Buddha's instructions for meditation, the first step is to go to the root of a tree, or an abandoned dwelling. It's implied that to begin meditation, I am to remove myself from my everyday circumstances-- to go out into the wilderness, or at least out of the house, and away from people. This step of the process should not be overlooked.

All the thorny questions about metaphysics can be put aside. All the complicated formulations and expressions of the Dhamma(the buddhist teachings) can be put aside.

The somewhat worriesome implication, is that if what we do matters the most, then the buddha's proposed solution to happiness may go hand in hand with a degree of mild ascetic life.

You know today, my roommate said, "Hey I left your toothbrush in such and such a place."

And I was like, "How did I forget to put it away?", to myself.

No matter what fancy things are going on in my head, my study, my meditation, that all falls apart if I can't remember to set things down in their proper place. No matter how deep into the unknown corners of the mind we go, it is imperative to remember that we're here in these bodies, living among many others, and that has to be attended to-- to some minimal degree. To preserve peace and be unburdensome, both to one's self and others.

Why does the above implication about 'mild asceticism' worry me? Because for a long time I was more disconnected: I thought that if I just meditated well enough-- then I could do whatever I wanted after. Like if a body builder were to say, "I'm going to work out really hard for a few hours a day, then eat nothing but cheetos and lay on the couch for 22 hours." This would only be so effective, right? Of course in hindsight I can see how silly I was-- isn't it always the case, that if we look back far enough, we seem to be fools in the eyes of who we've become now?

At current, I cannot see a life where I don't meditate going forward. There is nothing like the joy of knowing everything that needs to be done, is done, and sitting away from it all, with just a blanket, a water bottle, and a dhamma book. I bring my phone too-- mainly to use as a clock+timer.

There is nothing like the joy of stepping away, even when there are pressures, things to be done, or stressful situations going on-- and sitting away from it all, with just a blanket, a water bottle, and a dhamma book. The time away reminds me that those problems are not the end of the world, nor are they necessarily 'mine' to hold on to at all times.

The most troubling things I've encountered thus far are my own anxieties around the future. I remind myself that they are built up of so many things which haven't yet come to be-- there is no immediate nor near future cause for the worry. It's literally just in my head, what if's and maybes, possibility and counter-possibility. It bubbles up, then it simmers down. I've found after about 45 minutes of staying out in my meditation place, whatever is going on in my head usually will simmer down.

I recently found a way to improve my posture so that I encounter far less pain and no leg numbness. Just tilting the body to one side or the other to give it a rest! After a decade of feeling that numbness and burning pain I feel like a fool. I told myself yesterday, "I'll sit for an hour no matter what." And then I figured it out and now it all seems so silly. I can now theoretically meditate for an hour or longer-- the trouble I hit today and late in the day yesterday is that my own ability to focus, and to let go of all the other thing swirling in my mind-- that is an area I could improve in some more.

""There is the case where a monk, having gone to the wilderness, to the shade of a tree, or to an empty building, sits down folding his legs crosswise, holding his body erect, and setting mindfulness to the fore. Always mindful, he breathes in; mindful he breathes out..." ~ https://www.accesstoinsight.org/tipitaka/mn/mn.118.than.html

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

Ties That Bind - Journal

 I am breaking my own internet time restriction rule to write this. Copied from my paper journal, which I just wrote this in, with some additions made during rewrite.

Just like in 2019, I find myself sitting in this same room-- thinking of Moab and Buddhism and the stress and pain that is present here where I'm at now. I am unchanged and changed at the same time. Unlike before, I've been to Moab now, and seen exactly what is there. The edge of the world is also the center, and experienced pain simply goes with me. You've probably heard the phrase "Wherever you go, there you are."

Am I circling a whirlpool about to be dragged under and crushed by the pressure, or do I stand at the entrance to a grand golden gate, the other side of which has wonders that I cannot comprehend from my current vantage? Or are my attempts to fit narrative to my feelings and experience futile-- the machinations of a mind trying to make sense of things that have either not happened for a reason or for reasons beyond my understanding? Does any of it matter?

I fear the pain and the slow decay of staying where I am at. I grieve even now for the friendships I might lose if I leave-- and that I might have no way, and no where, to return to in this city if I were to walk out one more time.

But I am weary-- I can't see going on like this 'forever' nor do I even feel like going on 'like this' today is a great option, caught in a swirl of other people's problems. (But that is a situation that can happen no matter where I go) I don't feel like where I am now can last-- Nor do I see my wealth being great enough to 'advance' to home ownership, or even renting a room. My three year experiment career has thus far resulted in a jaded view of the indie publishing industry and a trickle of income barely sufficient to feed and clothe myself. Even if I had 'made it' would I feel any different on the inside?

I don't just have my skin in the game here, living my life-- I have my very life and myself on the line. This may all seem childish to the reader-- but it all matters a whole lot to me! At least now, while it's all fresh in mind. In a decade I may look back and think that I was a fool-- that I focused in the wrong areas, and so on. Isn't that how it always goes?

Who does not experience some anxiety and worry about the future sometimes? Only a Buddha.

Regardless of my thoughts of the future-- what to do now? Be persistently mindful that this is only the starting point of the rest of my life. My journey doesn't end here in this place, among these people and these problems. My mental state does not end here, wrapped in this anxiety and concern. This is all temporary.

I must remind myself that I am just passing through. Both this place, and this life overall. Smile! These problems are not yourself. They can be dropped. The underlying causes can be cut. You are not tied to these worldly concerns very tightly: your property is little, you have no land, no wife, no children to truly keep you from taking flight if you so choose.

In the end I am only human.

In terms of more concrete action: keep the Precepts, meditate, study, save your money for essentials, and thin down your acquisitions and possessions to the minimum. No matter what comes, or what I choose or don't choose, all this will be for my benefit. Even with this, I've typed this entry up because I don't plan on keeping the paper journal around. One more thing to manage.

I'm so tired of managing things.

Each possession is a string--

it makes demands of me, even as I demand of it--

entertain me, maintenance me, store me, clean me.

I am bound up in so many strings--

feeling their knots.

Yearning to be more free.

2022 Fragments 1-25

 The first bit of a longer project I've started. I have no idea if I'll finish it, so I'll put this piece up here.

1. The more things I let go, the more I find myself with time, and to a lesser degree, energy with which to consider new things. In the eight month of 2022, I started to write these words.

2. The world offers no permanent shelter-- of the events which we moderns attribute to nature, there is no one in charge. Our math allows us to predict, for instance, weather patterns, in a general way, and yet it is still near impossible for a person unaided to count the exact number of hairs on their own head. Well, unless they’re bald or close to it, I suppose.

3. No one can know the time and place where death will come, though we may be able, in sickness or old age, to get a general sense of it’s approach. But just as often it erupts on people suddenly, taking them away at any old time. We are sparklers, dry grass in a field-- we could flare up and then be extinguished at any point. Pandemics, accidents, and politicos sweep through the people like a wildfire, taking life without discrimination.

4. Who can hold back the breaking wave? Who can laugh while in grave danger, like the man dangling from a cliff, tigers above and below, eating a fistful of berries with a smile?

5. I work on this, when I ‘should’ be working on what pays. But this work soothes in a way that money never does. Money is always on fire-- in motion it is spent, and while still in the wallet it casts a light for miles, drawing thieves and marketers around, predators to the fresh meat. Earning money is a bottomless pit-- there is no end to how to be ‘more efficient,’ ‘more productive.’

6. In the negative, money functions as fuel between people for the fires of greed, jealously, and envy through comparison. To avoid these negatives, it is simple: everyone should be at a similar level. The usual narrative of the modern world however is the opposite of this. Strive for more and more! Get it while it’s hot! The latest things, the latest fashions, bigger house, bigger salary, shiny shiny!

7. Being one of those who has very little, do I then harbor jealousy or greed or envy in my own heart? No, because there is another way. It was once said to me that, if I wanted to live an ascetic life, the most important thing would be “...to have a spiritual base.” To embrace having few things and still find joy-- well, obviously the joy isn’t in the things, right? Perhaps. Or perhaps I derive immense joy from the few things I do have-- having few things, I cherish them all the more, even if they are old, cheap, or commonplace. After not having something long enough, isn’t it easy to say, “I don’t need that, even if it might be nice to have?” Especially so for things that one has never had before at all.

For me, I consider the costs. Yes, money is a factor. But also time. How much time will it take to maintain this? Will it cost me worrying over how I will keep it running, or how I shall find time to use it? Or even find a place to store it and protect it from the elements? Some people seem to accrue houses just to house their stuff. And then maybe it starts feeling like they ‘need’ to have a house. Though I am keenly aware that it is my choices that enable this kind of minimalist living-- I am unmarried, without child or dependents or property to manage. Someone with a family especially, must take that into consideration before trying to drift through life carrying very little, like a leaf on the wind.

So, it is a matter of rhetoric to see downsides to the object of jealous, envy, greed, and thus cut that feeling off at the root-- without needing to acquire things. For me this has been a long process-- and it stings sometimes, looking back on how foolishly I spent some time, or how blindly I acquired things-- but the me of the past is not the me of today, and can’t be held to the same standard.

8. A spiritual base. A firm dock piling. A mountain against the winds of the world. To find my footing in this way is a hard thing, an ongoing process with ups and downs. But for instance, shall I put my faith in a new doodad, just a few years old, or might it perhaps pay in subtle ways to forgo that to choose an ancient path, steeped in traditions and activities that have been handed down for millennia? Old books, proverbs, religious practices-- they all survive because their practitioners survived. For those that claim to bring happiness and stability, even for those followers in extreme poverty-- those claims should at least be examined, and that is what my current process is. Reading ancient texts, interpreting loosely-- breaking things up and reforming them into what is useful to me here and now, even if it goes against traditional trends or interpretations.

9. The beauty of enshrining a character like the Buddha within the literature of the religion is that now that it is done, no one needs feel tempted to try and be a Buddha. We already have one, so we can all stay humble and only venture into the unknown as much as we feel necessary. We don’t need to go around seeking one either-- there he is. (or she, or they, depending on source texts and interpretations)

10. Similarly, if a particular bit of literature, or an entire religion, doesn’t seem to be for you. Cut it out. Put it down. Don’t bother. Life is too short to spend reading things that don’t seem to be helping.

11. Similarly, be wary of anyone who seeks to omit and shrink your perspective, rather than entertaining strange questions and unusual interpretation. If you’re seeking, seek those who can help you expand-- not force you to contract into whatever their ‘box’ is.

12. When entertaining strange questions or encountering unusual interpretations, or trying to come to grips with some of the mythological seeming things in an ancient text(such as seeming acts of teleportation, mind-reading, instant-healing and so on), it is safe to say, “Maybe it did or didn’t happen-- but I have no direct knowledge of that.” Admitting the limits of my own knowledge and understanding is important-- otherwise I risk digging myself into pits over stupid things.

13. A summary of 12: The Buddhist Canon doesn’t need to be defended.

14. The Canon is vast, contradictory, it’s authorship mostly unknown and unconfirmed. There is no way in the modern sense to ‘empirically verify’ what the Buddha said or didn’t or what his followers said or didn’t-- or if any of them even really existed in the first place. I refer here not just to the Pali Canon across it’s three sources, but to all the texts which have come down to us since the time of the First Council: all of those things some call the ‘mahayana’ texts. The Zen writings, the Lotus Sutra. All those various things.

The whole Canon was written by people at specific times and places, for specific reasons. People make mistakes. People also twist and interpret narratives, both old and new, to fit the times they find themselves in. It’s just people. Or at best, people who wrote down what they thought a deity or the Buddha said. At worst, quotations are twisted, lines inserted, and words are placed into the mouths of classical teachers, who themselves may just be figments of imagination.

Anyone who says Buddhism is a religion(or philosophy) that requires no faith should consider these matters carefully.

15. Note that there are, supposedly, a few hundred years of gap between when the Buddha supposedly lived and the time it’s accepted that the council agreed to formalize and write things down. During that time-- it was all oral tradition. I suspect that until things were written down and the teachings were standardized, there was a lot more variation amongst schools within Buddhism-- perhaps as much as there currently is today! (There were what, 20 or so ancient schools of Buddhism on record? Of which we have the direct writings of only a handful, if my memory serves.)

16. Interpretive strategy: When a story contains a moment of myth-- put aside whether it could happen. Instead consider that it was written that way in order to prove a point. “Look! The Buddha has demonstrated all those cool superpowers just like the other religious leaders of his time but also he has this cool and unique teaching that is different and never before seen, so you should totally listen to what he has to say.” Or: “Look, humans don’t know and gods don’t know either, but the Buddha has an answer.”

(For a specific example of the latter, read Digha Nikaya 11)

17. As for me personally, I don’t worry about textual lack of error, or about whether miracles and myths are real. Regardless of errors, things lost in translation, and so on-- the important thing is how can I use what I do find to reduce my suffering and increase my joy. As for miracles-- maybe, maybe not-- but I assure you I don’t know.

18. I have gone to have a talk

Finally, after a long walk

my sadness has gone.

19. Words swirl in my head.

In my heart I climb to the high places,

I taste the delight of a mountain bathed in autumn rain.

20. I know I am playing fast and loose here. What I’ve made in the end won’t be airtight, but I can say that along the way, I’ve not compromised in this way: I’ve only written the parts that I’ve enjoyed writing.

21. I suspect the idea of meditation as a ‘practice’ is dangerous in the following way. Practicing, for what? For some future moment? The future moment has not come! In fact, to view this moment only as preparation for a future moment cheapens the wonder to be found right here in the present. Make this moment as good as it can be-- whether it’s meditation time or not. It is common to say, “Use this breath, make this breath as good as possible.” And that’s a good starting point. With the counterpoint that if that starts making me giddy or distracted in and of itself, then it’s time to aim more for ‘soothing’ or ‘calming’ than ‘good’ or ‘pleasurable.’ There is such a thing as generating too much rapture, for working oneself up into a mania.

So practice in the sense of right now. Improve things right now. Later will take care of itself, but keep your eye on it. Be wary of practicing now for a reward ‘later.’

22. But in light of that, is enlightenment gradual or sudden? This was a big question in relatively recent history. Lots of Zen masters saying confusing things and whacking students with objects. My answer if I were asked this is no better. I say, “Go sweep the paths and clean up your area.”

Why do I say that? I hope the questioner will go away and forget about it. I hope the questioner will find a way to taste a little bit of peace, calm and joy in their daily activities, instead of getting tangled in complex metaphysical questions.

23. Who am I to write a book like this? Interpreting, commenting, and so on, especially on so sacred at topic as Buddhism and such? I have no degrees, no peer-review. I wear no robes, I’m no monk, and it would be a mistake to think me a scholar. My ‘education’ such as it is, is too haphazard to be called ‘scholarly.’

If Buddhism is for everyone, then why shouldn’t I write a book-- recording my own attempts at understanding? The one risk that concerns me: am I leading people astray? Am I responsible for someone’s bad behavior or dangerous interpretation, for their actions after reading this?

I do not think so. But if that’s the case, I don’t think I can lay claim to whatever good others do that may come of this book either. So whether for good or for evil, you, dear reader, your actions are your own. Their fruits, you have earned. For me, I’ve written this book, and if it sees publication-- that is what I’ll have to live with.

24. In line with 23: You must be a light for yourself. The writings of others, even if they profess to be on the same path, may be less useful than you think. I suggest reading whatever is most ancient, then working your way forward. Don’t take up my interpretation and assume the search stops here. That’s backwards-- this book represents a mile marker in my own journey.

Seeing this mile marker of mine-- all it means is that we’ve crossed paths for a moment. Nothing more. Take what you find good, leave aside the rest.

25. Perhaps I’m splitting hairs, but I still feel that ‘practice’ is a strange word to choose in english. There’s no wholly satisfying english word for the Pali word Bhavana, which means: ‘development, cultivate, producing, or ‘calling into existence.’ (Thanks wikipedia)

Monday, August 22, 2022

Living the Teachings

 What is said in the buddhist discourses of old is of course important. I used to be quite obsessed with what was said-- still am to some degree. But I now realize it is perhaps of equal or greater importance to look at what the discourses have to say about how to live and how the followers of the buddha lived, in a very physical 'what did they do/not do' sense. Some things are best expressed by living them-- not just reading them...


"If he recites many teachings, but

–heedless man–

doesn’t do what they say,

like a cowherd counting the cattle of

others,

he has no share in the contemplative life.

If he recites next to nothing

but follows the Dhamma

in line with the Dhamma;

abandoning passion,

aversion, delusion;

alert,

his mind well released,

not clinging

either here or hereafter:

he has his share in the contemplative life." ~Dhammapada verse 19-20 (source)

Sunday, August 21, 2022

Old Memories

 Unsubscribe.
Let go.
Put it down.
Bury the hatchet.
Forgive.
Forget.
Break the cycle.
Only through renunciation of what was can there be room for new growth.

Another Howl into the Wind

It's somewhat humorous to re-read my old posts, having mostly forgotten about this blog for over a year, and feel as though I can pick i...