Buddhism in Mirrors Reflected…
The past demands no explanation. The future requires no warning. Tame your heart, tame your mind, tame yourself, and tame the world…
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Self-Styled Bodhisattva Vow to Save the Species
I won’t bother to look for bliss.
I’ll content myself in the mitigation of
suffering and in the effort to help others.
For that is a path forward, no matter
how many twists and turns must be navigated,
no matter how winding the cliched and storied path.
This is a one-stop shop, for all we know,
so it is wise and prescient of us to gather
rosebuds while we may, lest they be unavailable
tomorrow, for lack of stock in house, or merely
the wrong season for searching.
Sci-fi scientists look in the farthest most remote
atmospheres for life and red herrings, myths
to live by and fantasies to smoke, magic dragons to puff.
But that is all for an imaginary tomorrow, cowering
in fear of a fictionalized past that has sworn
revenge on the far-fetched future.
Such are the menu options for consciousness,
three dimensions three tenses three personal
pronouns and a pocket full of tissues.
The choices are ours, to run and hide
or to stand and fight, with possibly a third
option still grooming on the side.
Regardless of the ultimate method and final
forage for fruit, though, just remember that we
should all be civil, and polite, and seek our highest
common denominators, not sink to our lowest… -
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#Political #Liberalism is Dying—and Uncool is the New Cool…
When the world is in chaos, normalcy is hip. For many decades now, we’ve worshipped the ‘adventurer’ out on the edge, bold and daring, whether in sports or art or literature or music: the wild man, the risk-taker, the bad boy, and all too often: the degenerate, drinker, drug abuser, and sexual deviant…That was all well and good in the British uptight Victorian era and its American 20th century post-war equivalent, during which we were sitting on top of the world—and our asses, all the while having fun fun fun while bombing the Hell out of Vietnam, the lady of the house staying home all day, taking care of the kids, with a little help from a hired colored hand, from the other side of town, from the other side of life, from the other side of the world, long time coming long time gone… (More …)
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Sci-Fi Future
Remember when science fiction authors used to write about all the little gadgets and inventions we’d have at some point in the future, e.g. high-technology and space travel? Seems quaint now, doesn’t it? Now that we have those things, of course, they envision a dystopian future of bleakness and degradation, blackness and deprivation.
Sci-fi authors are some pretty smart mofos, like Arthur C. Clarke, after all, who first theorized the geosynchronous orbits that allow our telecom satellites to follow us around in virtual orbit keeping us connected with one another in time if not in space.
So are you still convinced that somehow we’ll magically dodge a bullet? Your time might be better spent learning some gardening skills, learning some languages, or polishing your hammer and sharpening your axe.
Fortunately there are still people alive who know how to do sh*t, renaissance-style people whose main career goal was, “no office.” Hi. Enjoy your iPhones, enjoy your AirCon, enjoy the fruits of your official labors while they last, because they probably won’t…
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Religio-Politics 101: Future Chac, the Rain God
The problem with blogging is that it doesn’t pay Jack (he’s my accountant). We do it because we’re driven, by something—or other. Let me explain: I get paid by future archaeologists to try and explain WTF happened. So if you’ve ever watched time-travel movies then you can guess the rest: I leave them clues—in this case my blogs—printed and left in secret locations, so that they can uncover them there in the future and read my narratives on what occurred in the 21st century. Fun fun. So while they’re trying to figure out the past, I’m trying to figure out the future.
The problem is that the paper trail for them ends at the end of the 20th century, about the time when the use of paper itself went into serious decline. So they’ve got all the leftover hardware that we now use, and more that we WILL use (for a little while at least, before the Big Event), but they don’t have the software to get information from it. Oops. So we’ve worked out a little system. It isn’t perfect, but better than nothing. The only problem is that I get paid by the future archeologists in future dollars (FUSD), so it’s not much good for now. (More …)
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BROKE FUTURE
Future archaeologists will have fun with the CERN super collider particle accelerator. It’ll be the enigma of the millennia, trying to unravel the twists and turns of nuclear physics. Somehow I can’t see how anyone would ever figure out how somebody would build a massive underground structure tens of miles long and miles in diameter for the purpose of smashing subatomic particles into each other just to see what they’ll do. That presupposes that there will be a break in the historical record, as before, when one historical age has lost track of what happened previously. By extension one could assume that technological advancement will have stalled and progress regressed. Should history proceed smoothly, by some miracle, all will not be lost and we will likely be far more advanced then than now. For that to happen, we’ll have to find a suitable substitute for oil BEFORE it runs out, and make a seamless transition to a new phase of energy consumption.
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THE FUTURE
China wins by default, just count the numbers. The parasite devours the host, led by the unholy triad of Capitalist investment, Confucianist obedience, and Communist totalitarianism, the 3 C’s all spell “control”: see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. Don’t do unto others what you don’t want them to do to you. Move backward into the future. After you cross the street, don’t forget to look both ways and see what might have happened if you’d stopped to think about it. But you can’t have it both ways. The choice is ours: a kinder gentler slower world or a reckless smelly consumptive one. Growing pains are hard for a citified world age 5000. Our ancestors missed their cows when they left the farm. We might have to miss our cars when we leave the city to the archeologists of another generation.
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