The Buddha refused to answer certain seep questions. He described them as a net and refused to be drawn into such a net of theories, speculations, and dogmas. He said that it was because he was free of bondage to all theories and dogmas that he had attained liberation. Such speculations, he said, are attended by fever, unease, bewilderment, and suffering, and it is by freeing oneself of them that one achieves liberation.
@Brian You're right. Love is love like the colour blue is the colour blue.
Its definition is quite factual: there's no flim-flam in reality.
Much like truth is truth, period.
Then again... should one be so rigid? Because in academia, even the smallest idea must have a definition to be explored in every different light. And it's lovely.
Also... it is, in fact, very difficult to disengage from thought when away from meditation. How do you DO THAT? Even when verbally articulating a response to that, engaging the act of thinking is inevitable. Or is it?
That's the reason the word "love" makes cynical me so uncomfortable. In the meditation course, the subject of love is mentioned. Honestly, I laughed before feeling like something maudlin was being shoved down my throat but went through with is anyways.
Hippies. Crowley. Magick. That lovely stuff. That's why the word "love" and other similar terms used then make me so uncomfortable.
But it's all a perversion of the real deal, so to speak.
It might be that. Or I'm simply a cynical, psycho bitch. Maybe I'm just a cynical bitch. *shrugs*
There are people literaly addicted to love. Addictions are all very bad. However to search for love is in our soul´s DNA, we could say that we are programmed to do it, it´s a good road to follow until we reach the source. It seems that all roads lead to Jesus. I´m almost sounding like an evangelical preacher and I´m not even christian!
But whoever denies Me before men, I will also deny him before My Father in heaven. Do not assume that I have come to bring peace to the earth; I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn ‘A man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law.…
"my government" doesn't even know i breath ... not that i care about those criminals any single bit of a f... orget about it - i'd rather ignore the environment & become a... mentalyst.
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You're right. Love is love like the colour blue is the colour blue.
Its definition is quite factual: there's no flim-flam in reality.
Much like truth is truth, period.
Then again... should one be so rigid? Because in academia, even the smallest idea must have a definition to be explored in every different light. And it's lovely.
Also... it is, in fact, very difficult to disengage from thought when away from meditation. How do you DO THAT? Even when verbally articulating a response to that, engaging the act of thinking is inevitable. Or is it?
Am I missing something?
That's the reason the word "love" makes cynical me so uncomfortable. In the meditation course, the subject of love is mentioned. Honestly, I laughed before feeling like something maudlin was being shoved down my throat but went through with is anyways.
Hippies. Crowley. Magick. That lovely stuff. That's why the word "love" and other similar terms used then make me so uncomfortable.
But it's all a perversion of the real deal, so to speak.
It might be that. Or I'm simply a cynical, psycho bitch. Maybe I'm just a cynical bitch. *shrugs*