A lot can be said of the friends that I am fortunate enough to keep, truly remarkable types, that understand that being fun is the key that opens up the vault of universal possibilities, and it is this very reason that life exists; I mean why would there be so many trees, if not for the great earth mother having put them there? Purely it seems, for the sons of man to climb and carve fleeting infatuations deeply set forever, in their coarse bark. The Earth is indeed one giant playground for us, and all those other critters that kick about eating each other like the bohemians found at a fashion show after party. However there are also those that don’t see the earth this way, one group takes things very seriously indeed and enjoy nothing more than to label the fun types a silly old lot! Yet there is a further group that, if you happen to have ever had the Miss fortune to be cornered by at a party, will enjoy nothing more than regurgitate in a rather transparent fashion, that mankind as a whole, still has a very long way to go.
Out of 6 billion humans, the troublemakers are just a handful
We are often told, usually after a bad decision has come to pass, that we get one life, and should endeavour to make the most of it before it is too late. From almost every major religion there is a general agreeable fact that there are two forces at work in the universe; the good guys and the bad guys. I have come to believe of late, that various religions talk a lot of sense, some of course don’t, and the behaviour of one particular for the last 1000 years has been somewhat of a “see you next Tuesday” type! Nevertheless, some of their teachings are moral and just, but there is one particular sect, that certainly for me, time and time again, whenever I am fortunate enough to find its text under my nose or engage in conversation with an individual that clearly knows more about it than I, and like a puppy about to be taken for his first walkkies, am fixed with excitement and agreeable concourse, for it is the only religion that I honestly feel, makes perfect sense.
I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.
I have for a long time held a fascination in the ancient worlds of yonder years. The Greeks and their most popular son Alexander The Great (who was actually Macedonian) is almost certainly my favourite. The birth place of the western world, a great many of their customs and love of extravagance still resonates on the high streets today. This love of material possessions cast a rather extreme contrast with the goings on of the far East, and most notably the Philosopher Diogenes. Shortly after Alexander had conquered the known world, many statesmen and philosophers came to Alexander with their offerings of congratulations, and he expected that Diogenes would also make the very same effort – he didn’t, infact he was too busy living in a large pot close to the temple steps in Craneion. Since that Philosopher took not the slightest notice of Alexander, and continued to enjoy his leisure, Alexander went in person to see him; and he found him lying in the sun, living as he had for years since treating the exercise of poverty a virtual. Diogenes raised himself up a little when he saw so many people coming towards him, and then fixed his eyes upon Alexander. When the Monarch addressed him with greetings, amused with the popular Philosophers way of life Alexander offered him anything he wished from his expansive freshly conquered kingdom,”Yes,” answered Diogenes, “I would very much like you stand a little out of my sun.” It is said that Alexander was so struck by this, and admired so much the haughtiness and grandeur of the man who had nothing but scorn for him, that he said to his followers, who were laughing and jesting about the philosopher as they went away, “But truly, if I were not Alexander, I would very much like to be Diogenes!” It is surely this fascination of the human condition, that I find a common ground with the handsome narcissistic megalomaniac, for if I were not a budding victim caught up in the hypnotic promises of capitalism, I would very much like to be a Buddhist.
We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.
At the core of the Buddhist faith there is a highly complicated image, apparently constructed by the rather epically late Buddha himself! On this wheel of Life we find ourselves, and the play of existence unfolded before our very eyes, and it is this wheel and the behaviour of those odd “animal like” humans that makes me wonder; if the people that find it so extremely hard to be human and prefer to act like animals, could in fact very well have been animals in their most recent of past lives? A non-spiritual type that I am sure will somehow stumble on this article, will no doubt consider the above few sentences as rather daft. However allow me to pose a question.. Why do the rest of us feel so far removed from these beasts, and yet so familiar to those that we even state, are on our level? The very fact that the default word for such comparisons is “level” quite simply for me, highlights this, and I rest my case. Happy New Year!