for breakfast in the doldrums
lotus flowers
The Grotteau
Monday, April 7, 2014
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Monday, December 17, 2012
(circa 2006, by me)
Il fut un temps, bien avant notre ère, (environ le sixième siècle,) le premier maître du Zen traversa des montagnes féroces et des fleuves impassibles de l'Inde jusqu'au temple Shaolin en Chine. Aussitôt qu'il arriva à la montagne où se trouve le temple Shaolin, il décida de se mettre à une méditation qui dura neuf années. Pourtant, pendant la troisième année de méditation, il se fut endormi et arracha ses paupières afin qu'il ne puisse jamais s'endormir pendant sa méditation une autre fois de plus. Puis, les vieilles paupières de Bodhidharma atterrirent sur la terre riche du printemps et les premières plantes de thé poussèrent. C'est ainsi que tous les moines du Zen Bouddhisme boivent du thé pour qu'ils puissent ne pas s'endormir pendant leur méditation.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
When I was an idealistic freshman at Reed College, I met an
extraordinary scholar. He was a senior, well dressed and ready for his
oral thesis defense. One day I sat with him outside for lunch. A small
crowd had gathered around him as he entertained questions pertaining
to his thesis, in preparation for his impending defense. His thesis
was bold and unequivocal: "All institutions are fundamentally corrupt;
ethical institutions on this planet do not exist." He related his
thesis somehow to the political philosophy of John Rawls, and also to
the Talmud, though how he synthesized his information now escapes me.
That evening, I saw him outside the Paradox Café. He asked me if he
could borrow a quarter so he could buy a cigarette. Since I admired
him so much, I said: "Sure. But just know I hope you are trying to
quit; smoking is such a repugnant habit."
"Zach, if you knew why I smoke cigarettes, you would not say that..."
"Oh? Well, um, so why do you smoke?"
"I'll tell you after I get the cig."
He lit his cigarette, and said: "A couple years ago I was out on a
lake with my best friend. Something happened to the canoe. I tried to
save him. He drowned. Since then I have been a chain-smoker."
"My God. I don't know what to say. I am so sorry, man."
That was the last I heard from him.
A year later I found out he had committed suicide. He had finished his
oral defense and handed in the final draft of his thesis, was ready to
receive his diploma, when Reed told him that he could not graduate
because the way in which he fulfilled his science requirement was
untenable according to their standards of excellence. He killed
himself soon thereafter.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
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