Sunday, December 22, 2013

Bit by Bit - Chapter 25, Part 12

Trey Smith

Po Chu having studied under Lao Tan, said, "I would like permission to go wandering about the world."

"Let it be!" said Lao Tan. "The world is right here."

~ Burton Watson translation ~
A lot of people believe that holiness or salvation are to be found in very particular places...some of which aren't of this world. Why? Holiness and salvation can be found anywhere at anytime. They are right in front of our eyes!

To view the Index page for this series, go here.

The Secret of the Golden Flower, Chapter 5, Part 1

Master Lu-tsu said, Your work will gradually become concentrated and mature, but before you reach the condition in which you sit like a withered tree before a cliff, there are still many possibilities of error which I would like to bring to your special attention. These conditions are recognized only when they have been personally experienced. I shall enumerate them here. Mt school differs from the Buddhist yoga school (Chan-tsung) in that it has confirmatory signs for each step of the way. First I would like to speak of the mistakes and then of the confirmatory signs.
Translators of The Secret of the Golden Flower are Richard Wilhelm and Cary F. Baynes. If you missed any posts in this series, please utilize the Golden Flower label below.

Dishonesty VII

Scott Bradley


I close this series with a discussion of honesty. My preferred term is "authenticity". Authenticity might be defined as being true to oneself and one's experiential interface with 'reality'. It is prescriptive in that it tells us that it is a positive value to be honest with oneself so as to truly be oneself, but non-prescriptive in that it does not tell us what form that will take since all of us are unique.

Authenticity is a term largely associated with existentialism, and it is its meaning in that context that most approximates the kind of authenticity that I believe philosophical Daoism advocates. Sartre identified at least two forms of inauthenticity: lying to oneself, and conforming to the opinions and norms of others. One example of the former that he offers is (to put it crudely) when a woman choses to believe a man's attentions are due to her character, rather than just a desire to get into her pants. He calls such self-deceit "bad faith".

To my thinking, this example is much too complicated (there are numerous possibilities — perhaps her belief is correct) and fraught with unfathomable subjective motivations. However, other possible examples are endless. Essentially, they are all mostly about our motivations. Simply asking myself why I really want that red sports car can open me up to greater honesty about myself and thus to acting more authentically. Thus, when I have admitted to myself that it is because I do not believe myself to inherently possess the necessary attributes to attract women and thus require a prop, I can go ahead and drive that car in greater authenticity. All that has changed is that I have grown in self-awareness. (I may be pathetic, but at least I am authentically so.)

There are still more fundamental ways in which we deceive ourselves, of course. We tell ourselves that our "selves" are actual entities (a soul or spirit), which suggests the possibility of continuity beyond death. We deny death. We fabricate "purpose". We project morality onto the universe so as to fix our own inclinations to something secure.

The second form of inauthenticity is when we unreflectingly adopt and conform to the opinions of others or of society generally. This is the herd-morality that so vexed Nietzsche. This is what Kierkegaard railed against in his "Attack on Christendom". ("When everyone is a Christian, no one is a Christian." For becoming a Christian is an act of individual commitment after profound and painful reflection.)

Like existentialism, philosophical Daoism requires of us that we be honest about who we are and how the world seems to be. (“Bask in the broad daylight of heaven.”) Authenticity is thus not about conforming to some ideal, but being and living who we are. Zhuangzi's "Consummate Person" is thus no fixed ideal person to be duplicated, but a single and unique example of what is possible for us all as uniquely different expressions of authenticity.

You can check out Scott's other miscellaneous writings here.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Black Boys on Mopeds

Performed by Sinéad O'Connor





Margaret Thatcher on TV
Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing
It seems strange that she should be offended
The same orders are given by her

I've said this before now
You said I was childish and you'll say it now
"Remember what I told you
If they hated me they will hate you"

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving

Young mother down at Smithfield
5 am, looking for food for her kids
In her arms she holds three cold babies
And the first word that they learned was "please"

These are dangerous days
To say what you feel is to dig your own grave
"Remember what I told you
If you were of the world they would love you"

England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses
It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds
And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving
I don't want him to be aware that there's any such thing as grieving
~ from Lyric Wiki ~

Stream of Wisdom

Ta-Wan


There has been a stream of wisdom passing down the ages and at every turn man has attempted to collect the water into a container so that he can wrap his mind around it. Those containers don't flow, they stagnate, the flow continues in the stream. Let go of your stagnation and let it back into the stream to flow.

Om

This post originally appeared on Ta-Wan's blog, Tao Wow.

Bit by Bit - Chapter 25, Part 11

Trey Smith

The border guard of Chang-wu said to Tzu-lao, "In running the government you mustn't be slipshod; in ordering the people you mustn't be slapdash! In the past I used to grow grain. I plowed in a slipshod way and got a slipshod crop in return. I weeded in a slapdash way and got a slapdash crop in return. The following year I changed my methods, plowing deeper than before and raking with great care - the grain grew thick and luxuriant, and I had all I wanted to eat for the whole year!"

Chuang Tzu, hearing of this, said, "People of today, when they come to ordering their bodies and regulating their minds, too often do it in a manner like that which the border guard described. They turn their backs on the Heavenly part, deviate from the inborn nature, destroy the true form, and annihilate the spirit, just to be doing what the crowd is doing. So he who is slipshod with his inborn nature will find the evils of desire and hate affecting his inborn nature like weeds and rushes. When they first sprout up, he thinks they will be a comfort to the body, but in time they end by stifling the inborn nature. Side by side they begin to break out and ooze forth, not on just one part of the body but all over. Festering ulcers and boils, internal fevers and pus-filled urine - these are the results!"

~ Burton Watson translation ~
Slipshod and slapdash both mean to be careless (though the former also means to be sloppy, while the latter also includes being hasty). Both words aptly describe the basic human condition! We are a careless species...often to our own detriment.

To view the Index page for this series, go here.

False Teef

Trey Smith


I did something last night I almost never do: I glued in my upper dentures. Why? Because I was trying to record this morning's news show for our local radio station and I kept flubbing one story after another. I would do okay for a while, only for my upper denture to slip or develop some fluid underneath it. When one of those two things happened, I would end up slurring one or more words and, being something of a perfectionist, I would feel the need to start the recording all over again.

When I was in radio years ago, I didn't have such problems because I had teeth, not dentures. I could usually get through a 10 or 15 minute live newscast with minimal mistakes. But that was then and this is now. I have to deal with the now.

There is no great moral to this brief post...except that growing old is part of life. As we age, we slow down and gradually break down. There is little reason to lament this state of affairs because it happens to everyone and everything that has been granted the opportunity of some degree of longevity.

Consequently, though I certainly get frustrated, at times, I simply need to understand that my diction isn't what it used to be and to forgive myself if it sometimes sounds as if I'm saying false teef instead of false teeth.

The Secret of the Golden Flower, Chapter 4, Part 10

If, as a result of indolence, one becomes sleepy, one should stand up and walk about. When the mind has become clear one should sit down again. If there is time in the morning, one may sit during the burning of an incense stick; that is the best. In the afternoon, human affairs interfere and one can therefore easily fall into indolence. It is not necessary, however, to have an incense stick. But one must lay aside all entanglements and sit quite still for a time. In the course of time there will be success without one’s becoming indolent and falling asleep.
Translators of The Secret of the Golden Flower are Richard Wilhelm and Cary F. Baynes. If you missed any posts in this series, please utilize the Golden Flower label below.

Dishonesty VI

Scott Bradley


I have purposely entitled this series the negative "Dishonesty" rather than "Honesty" (which I have most likely previously used in any case) for three reasons. The first is because I believe some degree of dishonesty is always present in our self- and other-relationships and wished to emphasize this fact. At best, though we can certainly grow in our degree of positive honesty, our greatest honesty is in admitting our dishonesty. This parallels the understanding that "true knowledge" (wisdom) consists in admitting that we do not know. Admitting to our dishonesty and lack of definitive "knowing" we are opened up to ourselves, others, and the process of growth itself; when nothing is fixed or 'pure', nothing can be grasped as complete and final.

This is, of course, the thrust of philosophical Daoism generally; it always includes the concomitant negations in its affirmations. The "Dao" that this word now attempts to indicate cannot be indicated. Has anything then been indicated? If so, it is a something that is also a nothing; yet this suffices to open us up to the life experience and its mystery. Daoism is all about openness; knowing something definitively, believing that things have been explained, is closedness; believing one has 'arrived', or even can 'arrive', is likewise closedness.

The second reason I have favored the negative "dishonesty" is because I see philosophical Daoism as primarily phenomenological in its approach to the human experience. (This big word is one that I do not pretend to fully understand, and only use because I know no better.) It attempts to engage life as it is experienced, not as it believes it should be experienced. It does not tell us how to live based on a template written in Heaven, but suggests a way to respond to the way things actually seem to be. For this reason, I tend to give it an existentialist spin. If doubt is our experience, then it does not tell us how to dispel doubt, but rather, how to make the most of our doubt. If we suffer from existential despair, then we are encouraged to make profitable use of just that thing. (Zhuangzi, I think, provides a powerful portrait of just this experience in his lament over the futility of life: "Worn away as if by autumn and winter: such is our daily dwindling, drowning us in our activities, unable to turn back. Held fast as if bound by cords, we continue along the same ruts. The mind is left on the verge of death, and nothing can restore its vitality" (2:7; Ziporyn).) Dishonesty, though a negative, is present in us and as such provides an opportunity to make positive use of it.

The third reason I have chosen to focus on the negative reality of dishonesty is because it largely leaves unsaid that about which one needs to be honest. My dishonesty is my business; your dishonesty is your business. Only as individuals can we discover wherein lies our dishonesty and thereby grow in our approximation of honesty.

You can check out Scott's other miscellaneous writings here.

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Friday, December 20, 2013

Ain't So Pretty

Trey Smith


Poets, novelists and commentators like to paint nature as such a pretty place. Heck, who among us doesn't swoon at a forest cathedral or become spellbound at the majesty of a roaring ocean. For all its beauty, nature can be what we humans would describe as ruthless and heartless.

This morning Jaz and I were out on the beach as we are almost every morning. As we approached the surf, Jaz frequently enjoys chasing the seagulls. On most occasions, it's no big deal. She goes bounding off in their direction and they take flight -- landing far beyond my dog's reach. Today, however, Jaz went charging off at a particular bird and, in no time at all, I had to call her off. She minds well and broke off the chase almost immediately.

Why did I end this frolic? I realized the bird she was set to chase was wounded. It had a broken wing and showed that it was unable to fly away.

A seagull with an inoperable wing isn't going to last very long. It can't feed itself and it can't escape predators. I don't know if sea lions eat gulls, but there was a large group of them only a few yards out in the surf. Regardless of whether or not this gull becomes a sea lion meal, it will soon be SOME creature's meal. I would be surprised if it lasts until nightfall.

In the overall scheme of things, this happenstance is neither good nor bad. It is the way things are. As a compassionate human, however, it is hard not to feel sorry for this poor bird. It has death written all over its broken wing.

Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Hiroshima

Performed by David McWilliams





One morning in June a noise shook the ground
And the people all trembled on their faces lay down
And the sound on the lips, of the world all around
Was the name of Hiroshima

The people lay wrapped in their darkening shroud
The last resting place of a people once proud
And the town that lay under that great mushroom cloud
Was the name of Hiroshima
Now the days passed away and the years they flew by
And those left remaining wished that they too could die
For the people left here are still living lie
In the shame of Hiroshima

So take heed to my words, put your weapons away
Make friends with your foes , let all have their say
Or we have once again, what happened that day
We'll have another Hiroshima
One morning in June, a noise shook the ground
And the people all trembled on their faces laid down
And the sound on the lips, of the world all around
Was the name of Hiroshima
~ from Lyric Wiki ~

The Cucumber Sage

Ta-Wan


Once a monk approached Wu-ming and asked in all earnestness, "In the whole universe, what is it that is most wonderful?" Without hesitation Wu-ming stuck a cucumber before the monks face and exclaimed, "There is nothing more wonderful than this!" At that the monk crashed through the dualism of subject and object, "The whole universe is pickled cucumber; a pickled cucumber is the whole universe!" Wu-ming simply chuckled and said, "Stop talking nonsense. A cucumber is a cucumber; the whole universe is the whole universe. What could be more obvious?" The monk, penetrating the perfect phenomenal manifestation of Absolute Truth, clapped his hands and laughed, saying, "Throughout infinite space, everything is deliciously sour!"

This post originally appeared on Ta-Wan's blog, Tao Wow.

Bit by Bit - Chapter 25, Part 10

Trey Smith

When Confucius was traveling to the capital of Ch'u, he stopped for the night at a tavern at Ant Knoll. Next door a crowd of husbands and wives, menservants and maidservants had climbed up to the rooftop [to watch]. Tzu-lu said, "Who are all those people milling around?"

"They are the servants of a sage," said Confucius. "He has buried himself among the people, hidden himself among the fields. His reputation fades away but his determination knows no end. Though his mouth speaks, his mind has never spoken. Perhaps he finds himself at odds with the age and in his heart disdains to go along with it. He is one who has `drowned in the midst of dry land.' I would guess that it is I-liao from south of the Market."

"May I go next door and call him over?" asked Tzu-lu.

"Let it be!" said Confucius. "He knows that I am out to make a name for myself, and he knows I am on my way to the capital of Ch'u. He is sure to assume that I am trying to get the king of Ch'u to give me a position and will accordingly take me for a sycophant. A man like that is ashamed even to hear the words of a sycophant, much less appear in person before him! What makes you think he is still at home anyway?"

Tzu-lu went next door to have a look and found the house deserted.

~ Burton Watson translation ~
Sycophant. Do you know this word? It means a servile self-seeker who attempts to win favor by flattering influential people. Our world is filled with sycophants!

To view the Index page for this series, go here.

Frozen Out

Trey Smith

Joe White was this close to making it.

A 50-year-old California man described by relatives as a “loving father and a doting grandfather,” White had been living on the streets of Hayward for years. He wanted to work and was able to find odd jobs here and there, but it was never much or consistent enough to afford a place to live. Hayward has no emergency shelter with beds for single men, so White slept outside.

But things were looking up. Last Saturday, White was second on a long list to get permanent supportive housing in Hayward. He had been waiting in line for months and it seemed as though he might finally catch a break.

White died on Sunday.

Temperatures in the Bay Area plummeted to near-freezing on December 10, an uncommon occurrence in a region generally known for its lack of inclement weather. White’s body was found in the old Hayward City Hall courtyard. He’d been beaten up and robbed by multiple men, who took the new winter coat White’s sister had given him on Friday. He was wearing just a hoodie and shorts. His cause of death is still being determined, but police speculated that his death was weather-related.

White is now the seventh homeless person in the Bay Area to die in the cold since November 28. The others were Daniel Brillhart, 52; Enrique Rubio, 56; Andrew Greenleaf, 48; Daniel Moore, 53; and two men in the East Bay and Peninsula whose names have not been released.
~ from 7 Homeless People Freeze to Death in Wealthiest Area of the Country by Scott Keyes ~
Seven doesn't sound like that large of a number. For those who live in colder climes, the figure probably is much higher. But that's not the point.

We live in a nation in which corporate profits are soaring to record heights and those who are reaping these rewards concurrently are pushing to lower their responsibility to the community -- via taxes -- by even more than they already are. The deaths of these 7 individuals represent blood on the hands of the elite, but they don't give a damn.

Their sole focus is on the welfare of themselves and their kind. They don't care about the rest of us. Any way one looks at it, that is sad. Tragically sad.

The Secret of the Golden Flower, Chapter 4, Part 9

How to use the heart correctly during breathing must be understood. It is a use without use. One should only let the light fall quite gently on the hearing. This sentence contains a secret meaning. What does it mean to let the light fall? It is the spontaneous radiation of the light of the eyes. The eye looks inward only and not outward. To sense brightness without looking outward means to look inward. To sense brightness without looking outward means to look inward; it has nothing to do with an actual looking within. What does hearing mean? It is the spontaneous hearing of the light of the ear. The ear listens inwardly only and does not listen to what is outside. To sense brightness without listening to what is outside is to listen inwardly; it has nothing to do with actually listening to what is within. In this sort of hearing, one hears only that there is no sound; in this kind of seeing, one sees only that no shape is there. If the eye is not looking outward and the ear is not hearkening outward, they close themselves and are inclined to sink inward. Only when one looks and hearkens inward does the organ not go outward nor sink inward. In this way indolence and lethargy are done away with. That is the union of the seed and the light of the sun and moon.
Translators of The Secret of the Golden Flower are Richard Wilhelm and Cary F. Baynes. If you missed any posts in this series, please utilize the Golden Flower label below.

Dishonesty V

Scott Bradley


I am an advocate for the exploration of one's motivations as a means to greater self-awareness for the purpose of self-cultivation. When we begin to understand why we say, think and do what we do, we begin to get a sense of the seemingly autonomous powers that control us. One of my personal ironic mantras, for example, is the exclamation, "I just want to be somebody!" This follows upon finding myself propping up my ego with any of a vast number of scenarios in which I am 'right', 'appreciated' or especially 'worthy'. These are pure fantasy as often as not. Write a comment to this post, either positive or negative, and you will provide me an opportunity to self-examine my responses.

It is through such self-examination that I conclude that this endless and futile effort to establish and fix a real and palpable self is the most basic of human self-deceptive projects. It's not enough to simply exist — we require that our existence have some eternal meaning and this we seek to establish by every means possible, even if by things as ludicrous as believing we have an exceptionally cute ass. (Or naturally curly hair, as with one "Peanuts" character.)

This kind of self-examination is invited by the Zhuangzian description of those motivations which reveal a dependence on things external. The sage has no name (no attachment to reputation), no merit (no dependence upon the affirmation of others), no fixed identity (no need to be 'somebody'). The pursuit of such things (name, merit, fixed-identity) is essentially self-deceptive in that to do so is to believe that they can achieve their purpose. They cannot. To believe they have is to enter self-deception of another order.

Is it similarly self-deceptive to believe we can overcome all self-deception? Probably. Can we become the above described sage? Probably not. But this need not put us off the attempt; only awareness of this moderates the nature of that attempt and keeps us honest, that is authentic. Authenticity is not the realization of some ideal, but the honest and conscious acceptance that we have not.

Thus, though the exploration of one's motivations is an important tool for the understanding of what makes one tick, that exploration reveals that we can never really get to the bottom of it all. What motivates our examination of our motives is but another of the questions that must necessarily end in an infinite regress. Honesty, then, is thus in part an acknowledgement of the messiness of the human experience, and that, Zhuangzi might say, is in itself liberating. We are liberated, not from the mess, but within it.

You can check out Scott's other miscellaneous writings here.

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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Changes

Performed by 2pac





Come on, come on
I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself?
I'm tired of bein' poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts, so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull the trigger, kill a nigga, he's a hero
Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares
One less hungry mouth on the welfare

First ship 'em dope and let 'em deal the brothers
Give 'em guns, step back, watch 'em kill each other
It's time to fight back that's what Huey said
Two shots in the dark, now Huey's dead

I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other
We gotta start makin' changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers

And that's how it's supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother, if he's close to me?
I'd love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, that's the way it is

Come on, come on, that's just the way it is
Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is
Aww, yeah

Come on, come on, that's just the way it is
Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is
Aww, yeah

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, let's erase the wasted

Take the evil out the people they'll be acting right
'Cause mo' black and white is smokin' crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And although it seems heaven sent
We ain't ready, to see a black President
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed, and it's filled with blacks

But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin' in the dope game
Now tell me, what's a mother to do?
Bein' real don't appeal to the brother in you

You gotta operate the easy way
I made a G today, but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin' crack to the kid, I gotta get paid
Well hey, well, that's the way it is

Come on, come on, that's just the way it is
Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is
Aww, yeah

Come on, come on, that's just the way it is
Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is
Aww, yeah

We gotta make a change
It's time for us as a people to start makin' some changes
Let's change the way we eat, let's change the way we live
And let's change the way we treat each other
You see, the old way wasn't working so it's on us to do
What we gotta do, to survivem

And still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace?
There's war in the streets and war in the Middle East
Instead of war on poverty, they got a war on drugs
So the police can bother me

And I ain't never did a crime, I ain't have to do
But now, I'm back with the facts givin' 'em back to you
Don't let 'em jack you up, back you up
Crack you up and pimps smack you up

You gotta learn to hold ya own
They get jealous when they see ya, with ya mobile phone
But tell the cops, they can't touch this
I don't trust this, when they try to rush I bust this

That's the sound of my tool, you say it ain't cool?
My mama didn't raise no fool
And as long as I stay black, I gotta stay strapped
And I never get to lay back

'Cause I always got to worry 'bout the pay backs
Some buck that I roughed up way back
Comin' back after all these years
Rat-a-tat, tat, tat, tat, that's the way it is

That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is
Aww, yeah

That's just the way it is
Things will never be the same, that's just the way it is
Aww, yeah

Some things will never change
~ from Lyric Wiki ~

Mysticism or Physics? XIII (Final)

Ta-Wan


For those of you keeping score at home,
all of the previous suppositions in this miniseries
are physics.

You can check out Ta-Wan's other musings here.