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Just curious, how many persons here have suffered from existential angst at one time or another in their lives, and how has your religion or spiritual path helped with that?
Just curious, how many persons here have suffered from existential angst at one time or another in their lives, and how has your religion or spiritual path helped with that?
Hi,
This is a rather over-used phrase and quite elastic in its meaning I think; so can you clarify what you are referring to specifically?
Thanks,
s.
Now, you and I might understand viscerally the joy of emptiness but many shudder to consider the I who I am may not continue to be who I am.
Hi Snoopy,
Quite right to call me on that point, but I left it vague for a reason. Sort of trying for a "let the play say the thing" kind of answer. But a request deserves a response. Many of my friends, and especially my older sister suffer from an unnameable dread that confronts them when they consider nothingness, the void, the great beyond which is beyond their thinking. Now, you and I might understand viscerally the joy of emptiness but many shudder to consider the I who I am may not continue to be who I am. Not everyone experiences this kind of dread as their toes curl on the precipice to the void, but for those who take refuge in a religion or philosophy to soothe the clenching in their chest I wonder how mindful of that action they are?
Why do I care? Call it my nature to do so and chalk it up to an overactive curiosity. Call it an exploration of Self and Other and what that conventional and ultimately absolute relationship must be.
Seattlegal has quite elegantly answered the question I should think, thank you dear! Yet so many erudite souls here might have views contrary to mine and I find that infinitely valuable.
Peace
Poem – The centipede
by Mrs Edmund Craster (d. 1874)
A centipede was happy quite,
Until a toad in fun
Said ‘Pray which leg moves after which ?
This raised her doubts to such a pitch
She fell exhausted in a ditch,
Not knowing how to run.
While lying in this plight,
A ray of sunshine caught her sight;
She dwelt upon its beauties long,
Till breaking into happy song,
Unthinking she began to run,
And quite forgot the croakers fun.
Hi,
To believe that one is a discrete, constant entity is presumably to leave oneself open to this angst then. If your older sister ever decides that maybe this is not the case then this may help the angst to subside as it appears that this is the source of it.
s.
Here's another one, for those who need something more wordy:
Have Faith in Your Mind
The challenge is to guide a person to the point where they actually have the realization of "self" being a rather arbitrary concept. In fact it might just be a quantum leap of consciousness. Anyone who has made this discovery has indeed leapt quite a chasm in their understanding.
Peace
Hi Snoopy,
Quite right to call me on that point, but I left it vague for a reason. Sort of trying for a "let the play say the thing" kind of answer. But a request deserves a response. Many of my friends, and especially my older sister suffer from an unnameable dread that confronts them when they consider nothingness, the void, the great beyond which is beyond their thinking. Now, you and I might understand viscerally the joy of emptiness but many shudder to consider the I who I am may not continue to be who I am. Not everyone experiences this kind of dread as their toes curl on the precipice to the void, but for those who take refuge in a religion or philosophy to soothe the clenching in their chest I wonder how mindful of that action they are?
Why do I care? Call it my nature to do so and chalk it up to an overactive curiosity. Call it an exploration of Self and Other and what that conventional and ultimately absolute relationship must be.
Seattlegal has quite elegantly answered the question I should think, thank you dear! Yet so many erudite souls here might have views contrary to mine and I find that infinitely valuable.
Peace
If emptiness is as all-pervasive as the Buddhas claim, those inclined to truth will recognize emptiness in form as clearly as those inclined to silence do in space.
In his "Two Traditions of India - Truth and Silence", Alex Wayman describes the heterogeneous nature of early Indian soteriologies, particularly looking at the Brihadaranyaka and Chandogya Upanishads, and their relationship with Buddhism.
For in the Brihad', union with Brahman is achieved through the extinction of desires, while the approach of the Chandogya is in antithesis to this - proclaiming the fruit as the fulfillment of all desires.
In Buddhism, we see both these points of view; "passionlessness is bliss" - Shakyamuni Buddha and "by that which you are bound shall you be released" - Hevajra Tantra.
It appears to be less a matter of right vs wrong, but rather effective(compassionate) vs ineffectual(uncompassionate).
That sentient beings are afraid of nihilist extinction is to be expected, and that others are afraid of the suffocating hold of materiality is as well. Holding someone's head over the primordial abyss who isn't inclined to renunciation will only scare them, the result of their misunderstanding of emptiness.
If emptiness is as all-pervasive as the Buddhas claim, those inclined to truth will recognize emptiness in form as clearly as those inclined to silence do in space.