As Music Goes Out of Existence

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When a lute is played, there is no previous store of playing that it comes from.  When the music stops, it does not go anywhere else.  It came into existence by way of the structure of the lute and the playing of the performer.  When the playing ceases, the music goes out of existence.

In the same way all the components of being, both material and non-material come into existence, play their part and pass away.

That which we call a person is the bringing together of components and their actions with each other.  It is impossible to find a permanent self there.  And, yet there is a paradox.  For there is a path to follow and there is walking to be done, and yet there is no walker.  There are actions but there is no actor.  The air moves but there is no wind.  The idea of a specific self is a mistake.  Existence is both clarity and emptiness.

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Closed Fist of the Teacher

 

Owned by the media…owned by others…falsehood is the cornerstone of today’s living.  So, what happened to, just give me some truth?

 

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Digha Nikaya-I have taught the way without making any distinction between inner and outer teaching.  For in respect of the truth there must be no such thing as the, ‘closed fist’ of the teacher, who hides some essential knowledge from the pupil.  Secrecy is the mark of false doctrine.

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I’m sick and tired of hearing things from
Uptight short sided narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of reading things
By neurotic psychotic pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied,
Son of tricky dicky’s
Gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocket full of hopes
Money for dope, money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things from
Tight-lipped condescending mama’s little chauvinists
All I want is the truth, just give me some truth
I’ve had enough of watching scenes from
Schizophrenic egocentric paranoiac primadonnas
All I want is the truth just give me some truth

Why not heal?

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“Child, child, have patience and belief, for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away. Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and despair, and all the dark confusions of the soul – but so have we. You found the earth too great for your one life, you found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed on them – but it has been this way with all men. You have stumbled on in darkness, you have been pulled in opposite directions, you have faltered, you have missed the way, but, child, this is the chronicle of the earth. And now, because you have known madness and despair, and because you will grow desperate again before you come to evening, we who have stormed the ramparts of the furious earth and been hurled back, we who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love, we who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy, and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us – we call upon you to take heart, for we can swear to you that these things pass.”

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-Tom Wolfe, You Can’t Go Home Again

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