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Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Naked And Blind Are We

Is there anything that we brought into this world? No, nothing.
Do we take anything out of this world as we pass the gate? Nothing.
Naked we came as everyone before us and all that we claim of having done we are leaving for others to enjoy.
Yet we pay estate tax, put up with fools and pay lipservice to customs and blind gods of our making.
Never mind. While we have our being we fool ourselves that we are very relevant.
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Small marine animals called polyps create coral reefs. After a polyp dies it leaves behind a deposit of calcium carbonate upon which another one builds. Coral reefs stand as a testimony to their skill. Even a larva as small as a pearl has its pride of place in its formation. By the same token we all have our place in the cities we build.
Drawing calcium from the sea the polyps produce reef even as our architecture would indicate: there is nothing that we have brought special which isn’t part of nature.
What makes us then differentiate one another?
Tailpiece: Haves in the lexicon of Nature denote Natural selection. Have-nots have become extinct.
benny

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Sunday, October 15, 2006

Open End

“Ramanna was the closest friend that I had as a child,” Gampa Guru was once telling his disciples who had come from many places to have a darshan of the mystic. “His father was a weaver as my father was. Our houses were divided only by a mud wall and I could sometimes call out to him in the middle of our studies to clarify some point of doubt.”
JP continued,” He was very backward in Sanskrit and for that matter anything of our folklore. Naturally he just scraped through the padhasala with just enough marks.”
“Great was my surprise when one day he turned up to say he was traveling to the east.” “East?” one of his listeners asked. “Yes to China?” the mystic said and his astonishment was still somewhat sharp after some 28 years.
“What took him to that far?”
The mystic shrugged as if it was a mystery.” If I recall rightly there is a Chinese connection. Ramanna had in a jar, some coins with Chinese inscriptions and a pagoda on the other side.” After a pause he added, “In all probability those curious writing and image would have triggered something in him. It led him to the life of the Buddha. To my surprise the last time I saw him he was tonsured and dressed in saffron colors. He had become a monk!”
“Has any Chinese monk ever before passed through the kingdom of Kothipalli?” “Yes,” The mystic said,” some 180 years ago.” “How do you know that Master?” “I saw in the king’s library the other day,” he explained, ”a scroll written in Chinese script, giving the date. It was strange to look at but beautifully brushed unlike anything that I have ever seen in our parts.”
“So you are also into their culture?” “Yes, what attracted my friend naturally led me to know more.”
What is the point of the story, master?” one wanted to know.
“If a culture so removed from our way of life could make such claim on one so supposedly insulated from every strange custom, we are not safe. None of us are.”
After a pause he said, ”We need to see ourselves instead of a closed society, as part of the whole. We are open ended indeed!”
“What will you advice us then master?” “More understanding, - still more, I say!”
benny

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Saturday, October 07, 2006

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Every life form traces its origin to the point of Singularity. Where matter was compressed so tight to a point. It may have been exploded to create our universe. In such a case our material nature must hold in some curious ways a relationship to that point.
Oneness of the point of singularity is the basic order set in material nature. It is in the heart of an atom: Truth of its inward parts every life form shall bear as matter that make up macro cosmos. It has its nature that atoms even though compounded do not cause confusion.
benny

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A genius has a first rate capacity but not enough to excel in so many directions. Cicero was a genius who failed as a poet; La Fontaine unrivalled as a fabulist found his opera hissed; Charles Lamb had the mortification to find himself among audience once, at a time when his play was being booed off the boards. The ruckus was so bad that he also joined with the rest lest he should be taken for the author. Lamb under the penname of Elia proved with his essays how patent his genius was. Where Cicero found his sure touch in oratory Addison was hopeless in it.
benny

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