OK, we all know we can get wrapped up in the necessities of everyday survival, but taking care of business is what has made Western Civilization the powerhouse that it's been. You stop and smell the roses in your downtime, you don't make a life's work of it. OTOH, not too many purely Buddhist societies have gotten much past the pastoral poverty stage.
As an example, take a close look at the eyes of the woman in the photo. She's already out there.
From the window, he can see rolling green hills and a line of bay trees planted along the edge of a stream.
From my windows, in the evening as the day slowly drops its guard, I see the first twinkles. Here and there.
And by midnight my fields are sparkling with the fireflies. They rise out of the grass and decorate the poplar tree. They scatter themselves through the leaves in the woods by the stream.
I see. From my large dark room. From my cool dark deck.
"Take a close look at the eyes of the woman in the photo. She's already out there."
I remember, one day while out walking with the wife, we bumped into one of her "friends" on the street. We were introduced, they chatted for a minute, and afterwards she asked me what I thought of him. I told her he was cool but, damn, he had the weirdest eyes.
If you ask me, "staying in the moment" means you're crazy.
And, the worst part of that craziness is the evangelism - it's not enough that they do it but (as this asshole's story proves) they won't leave others alone.
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That's it, I am turning off the computer and going to the farmer's market where my mind can focus on the banquet of life before me :)
Forest, meet trees. Trees, meet forest.
OK, we all know we can get wrapped up in the necessities of everyday survival, but taking care of business is what has made Western Civilization the powerhouse that it's been. You stop and smell the roses in your downtime, you don't make a life's work of it. OTOH, not too many purely Buddhist societies have gotten much past the pastoral poverty stage.
As an example, take a close look at the eyes of the woman in the photo. She's already out there.
From the window, he can see rolling green hills and a line of bay trees planted along the edge of a stream.
From my windows, in the evening as the day slowly drops its guard, I see the first twinkles. Here and there.
And by midnight my fields are sparkling with the fireflies. They rise out of the grass and decorate the poplar tree. They scatter themselves through the leaves in the woods by the stream.
I see. From my large dark room. From my cool dark deck.
I am not a Buddhist and I see.
Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit.
Speak for your fucking self.
Buddhist scum.
There's something wrong with these people.
"Take a close look at the eyes of the woman in the photo. She's already out there."
I remember, one day while out walking with the wife, we bumped into one of her "friends" on the street. We were introduced, they chatted for a minute, and afterwards she asked me what I thought of him. I told her he was cool but, damn, he had the weirdest eyes.
If you ask me, "staying in the moment" means you're crazy.
And, the worst part of that craziness is the evangelism - it's not enough that they do it but (as this asshole's story proves) they won't leave others alone.
Yet they rail about right-wing Christians.
They're left-wing Christians.
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