Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tales from the Drunk Side: Avalokitesvara

As long as people want other people to think of them in a certain way, as long as there is a need, a wanting from them, to have you or him or her to think of them in a certain way, then they will always be a slave.

They will never be free.

I hang out with those who are older than me. I see some things they understand.

Older people, those who survive or thrive, they DO NOT GIVE A FUCK.

Usually, it takes them years, decades, to get to a stage where they just don't let the little shit ruin their lives.

Shit happens. Shit always happens. Only the greenhorns and the inexperienced let that get to them.

For a time, I let those things get to me as well. It was and is a process. You don't magically get somewhere. You travel. Body and soul, motherfucker. And the mind is maya, said the Hindu.

But when you've gone through it, you look at it. And you see what they see.


It is possible to get the Mangekyou.

When you read a book, you climb inside the writer's head. You see what they see. You think what they think. You immerse yourself, and you understand what they were thinking when they did it. How they did it.

That's the best way to read, in my book.

You see anything, and you experience what the creator made. You listen, and you understand.

I have always been fascinated with learning. Coming from a family of educators, I guess it runs in the blood.

Humans created education systems. To pass on information. They created classrooms. They created the teaching profession.

If you can rise from the jungles of information, of instruction, and see things from a bird's eye view, you can possibly grasp why they are doing this or that.

Neil Gaiman's father said, "If I could, I would dower you with experience, without experience."

SOmetimes, it doesn't work that way.

There is a process, and there is a system.

In the Sandman comics, by Neil Gaiman, there was a guy who dreamed of falling. And he's afraid of heights. He met Dream - the anthropomorphic personification of dream - and he said, "You know what happens when you dream of falling? Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you.
And sometimes, when you fall, you fly."

The Goddess Kuan Yin or Guan Yin - the Goddess of Mercy - worshipped by Malaysian Buddhists, was originally called Avalokitesvara.

If there is anything such as mercy, I believe that at the end of the day, none of us knows everything. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Whether we fall, die or fly.


"Not knowing everything is all that makes it ok, sometimes."

- Delirium (Brief Lives)
From The Sandman Comics
by Neil Gaiman

Man, I am soooo philosophical. I am so cool.