J sleeps deliriously, fighting the flu and holding on to my knee. I can't move, can't sleep, so I'm reading the Spring Religion Books issue of Publishers Weekly. Suddenly a huge wave of weariness sweeps over me: I'm sooo tired of religion. I've kind of made it my beat, I try to cover it conscientiously, but it's so top-heavy: so much machinery, so much paraphernalia, so much stentorian exhortation.
Couldn't we just . . . sweep it all away and start over? With something completely simple: One man, one woman, one flower. Or: the Tao that can be spoken is not the Tao. Period.
- amba
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Posted by: Richard Lawrence Cohen | February 18, 2005 at 12:29 PM
You know about Mahakasyapa, the Buddha's first "disciple", or patriarch? Buddha gave a "sermon," in which he simply held up a flower. M. broke into a huge grin, and the Buddha said, "This guy gets it."
Posted by: AmbivaBro | February 18, 2005 at 05:12 PM
We can do anything we like - we're adults : )
Posted by: Tamar | February 18, 2005 at 05:46 PM
Thurber fan?
Posted by: Dave Schuler | February 18, 2005 at 08:47 PM