QUOTE (tangawizi @ Jun 25 2011, 10:27 AM)

Religion really isn't an integral part of anybody's culture. Ultimately religion is all about an ostentatious show of piety and merit making. We have seen all kinds of religious folks indulge in all sorts of debauchery.
Yes, beneath the surface we are all evil with no empathy for anything: not for each other, not for the earth, not for other animals.
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You are in the business rat-race chasing after status, right? The same $hit goes on in the spiritual world too where one's guru or one's god smites the other just to get ahead.
No, no, no status. I don't socialize at all and proud to say that I have no family and no friends. What I mean to say is that I don't do birthdays, weddings, Chinese New Year, funerals, night out with the guys, brunches with family, nothing. This way, I don't exist. When I feel like company, I talk to ghosts: people like you on the world wide web. There is an angry ghost haunting me in this place and you know who.
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Truth is, everyone on this planet faces the problem of suffering. It is a universal malady which requires a universal remedy, not a sectarian one. When one suffers from anger, it's not Muslim anger, Buddhist anger, Hindu anger, or Christian anger. Anger is anger. When one becomes agitated as a result of this anger, this agitation is not Christian, or Jewish, or Muslim. The malady is universal.
I get you. There is only anger but no angry person. Right? Are you just saying this or do you really see the truth in this?
I see the truth and that is why I cannot relate with "people" on a daily basis.
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The remedy must also be universal, and that remedy sure isn't in religion, but rather the contemplative tradition in each religion that has gone moribund for centuries.
I contemplate all the time or should I say that my life is a constant state of contemplation. Even when I get up in the morning to wash my face and brush my teeth, contemplation is there unabating. I look in the mirror to shave and I see there is no one in that body looking back at me. It's scary. I remember one morning at the zoo where I went to reflect.
It was a weekday morning and the zoo was deserted of visitors. A mandarin duck swan by where I sat at the water's edge. It must be expecting some food that zoo visitors throw to it. It looked at me and I looked back. Its eye at the side of its head moved in its socket up and down, focussing on me trying to size up what the heck I would be doing. I looked at its eye into its dark pupil and realized "there is no duck there!"
Buddhism is scary. You'd better get off that mat.