School Story:
Ted Allen wrote in my yearbook, "to one of the few people who don't mind being different." In college friends used to say "Earth calling Wilson." My mind is generally elsewhere. Most messages which enter my ears go straight through, unnoticed or undigested. My life has passed like a dream. Am I Oblivious? Obstinate? Perhaps, but I still mistake trivial distractions for Life itself. At least I haven't done too much harm. 20 years ago I could remember the names of all 119 in our class, and recall many good hearts. Now I can't recall why I entered a room.
Our teachers spoke of our class as exceptional: We had a higher average IQ than most classes. A few of us accomplished great things! I didn't, but I have few regrets. Mr Jones misjudged me when he said I'd become a college don, because I learned the Sanskrit alphabet. Dabbler is more like it.
A daydreamer, I made hundreds of crude architectural renderings of buildings, reworked to be more efficient or psychologically spacious. Still working on a 10 story tower city, 6000' wide, a self-contained city which could exist in a desert or on the moon. I'm impatient with ritual and skeptical of authoritarian hierarchies, yet I became a bureaucrat.
If you can't cope with reality, how helpful is it to cope with fantasies? Fantasy is more entrancing than reality, of course. Reality leaves a lot to be desired. We all can imagine "something better". Of course, unrealistic hopes bring inevitable frustration.
I got a BA in 1964 in Anthropology & Psychology, and studied history, psychology & Indian languages at the UM for 6 more years. I never finished my MA. My attempts to study 9 languages were all futile. I had a tin ear. I'm easily distracted and very lazy -- a sprinter, not a long distance runner.
My one practical skill is typing, which I learned from Mrs. Miller. I can't spell. Bless the inventor of spell check! It took 30 years before I got a driver's license and a phone. I gave up both when I was 63. I was not a careful driver, and 85% of my calls were solicitations or wrong numbers. The phone generally rang when I was in the bathroom. "Communication" has been trivialized. Many focus on personal preferences, irritations and comforts, which distract themselves from more enduring concerns.
In college, before I got arthritis, I liked to dance and hike, and later learned to play simple tunes on the Sitar and Koto. I love Mozart, Bach, Mendelssohn, Heifetz, Django Reinhardt, Amalia Rodrigues, Cesaria Evora, Anouar Brahem and, above all, Ali Akbar Khan, who died in July 2009. They all extemporized. Spontaneity frees us, but we still seek approval & safety in conformity. For me, trying to fit into a stiff old suit stifles my mind.
Hanging out at Schmeiders was my big social event in HS and I still stop there, although Otto is long gone. He used to go hunting & fishing with my uncle Bud on Mantrap Lake.
Once we non-varsity seniors played the faculty. Mr. Mac Dowell kindly passed my rebounds back to me twice, until I finally made a basket on the third try. Other teachers stood by, giving moral support. Pity for the clueless lummox, I suppose.
Despite my resistance to regimentation, I spent almost 30 years, accurately settling claims on the Social Security Admin. It just required an "impartial" civil service exam. Civil servants do not lean back, their feet on the desk like a babba in Chickasaw MS. They have greater responsibilities after each wave of downsizing. As a claims representative for Social Security I wore two hats: As an advocate for the public, I made sure they were paid every penny due them under the law. As a fiduciary agent of the government, I made sure they were not paid a penny more than was due them under the law. It was a challenge, but satisfying, to be accurate.
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My intentions are generally good, though they are many & they sometimes conflict. Yet they stick like burrs for a lifetime. I have no regrets about the countless things I didn't know--just the things I was CERTAIN about, which prove false. Imputing motives has been particularly insidious & distracting. When I try to make a 'coherent story' about people, I easily loose sight of our common humanity. Stereotyping causes unnecessary suffering to all. Obsolete paradigms misconstrue the world and the best metaphors have very limited applicability. There is much that we can never accurately model -- including space, matter, time and mind.
If we view the Universe on a human scale, and reduce it to neat sequence of stages--seed, sprout, growth, flowering, bearing fruit, aging and death, we close our eyes to Reality. Paradigms are not direct experience. They just reify a transient moire pattern within an infinite flow.
So far as scientists know, the universe has no edges, no beginning & no end. It is not a ‘container’ because it is not separable from what it ‘contains.‘ Models seem "permanent" to the conceptualizing mind, but everything changes constantly. Views have no permanence, immutability or independence. All parts of reality are inseparable, completely dependent on all other causes and conditions. The universe simply IS. We can't see all its parts, much less put them together accurately to "make an complete model". It's whole already.
Nothing lasts forever. Even mountains are not permanent. They gradually rise, drift tectonically, and gradually erode over millennia. Words, our touchstone for truth, change in their pronunciation, denotation & connotations over decades. Our thoughts and feelings change every moment.
The belief which causes us the greatest suffering is imagining a static personal "identity.” Exactly with what are we "identical"? A nation? A role? An attitude? We are not as simply definable as we imagine but, since we depend on the goodwill of others, we project a public PERSONA which fit with community expectations. We try to maintain this persona despite all upheavals. But "our own identity" is completely dependent on the changing circumstances and attitudes in which we are imbedded.
Waking up to the discrepancy between our limited ideas and unbounded direct experience is the basis of Buddhism. When we view ourselves as separate others, we first name, then define, categorize, dismiss, reject, and finally oppose those them. Whole countries can easily be drawn into war and, finally, genocide, because if others are separable from our selves they are dismissible and, finally, disposable.
If we really want to protect "our own" interests, we must view them in the widest context. How could we be separable from others? Don't we depend on countless unnoticed people for our survival? The idea of separation diverts us from our immediate situation, which we usually take for granted and ignore. We prefer to live a vicarious life through words and TV. We easily loose sight of our dependence on drinking water, exercise, fresh air, a nap and our very breath.
What are the the limits on HOW and WHAT we can KNOW? Here are a few books on the sufferings we incur when we impute causes, superstitiously, to appearances and try compulsively to control them by absurd magic:
DISCOURSES OF THE BUDDHA, Gotama 480-400 BC -India
QUESTIONS OF KING MALINDA, Nagasena, 180-100 BC -Afghanistan
ROOT VERSES ON THE MIDDLE WAY, Nagarjuna, 90-170 AD -Kashmir
OUTLINES OF PYRRHONISM, Sextus Empiricus,160-210 AD -Roman Alexandria
THE ART OF HAPPINESS, the Dalai Lama -Tibet & India
BEYOND RELIGION, ethics for a wholesome world, the Dalai Lama
THE UNIVERSE IN A SINGLE ATOM, Dalai Lama
--comparing scientific & Buddhist ways of knowing
THE JOY OF LIVING, Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche. -Tibet
TURNING THE MIND INTO AN ALLY, Sakyong Mipham. "
WHAT THE BUDDHA TAUGHT, Walpola Rahula. -Ceylon
BUDDHISM, PLAIN & SIMPLE, Steve Hagen. -MN
BUDDHISM: ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK, Steve Hagen. "
MEDITATION: NOW OR NEVER, Steve Hagen "
THE WISDOM OF INSECURITY, Alan Watts. -CA
THE ATTENTION REVOLUTION, Alan Wallace -US
THE WORLD OF STORIES, David Loy -US
MONEY, SEX, WAR, KARMA David Loy -US
AFTER BUDDHISM Stephen Batchelor -ENGLAND
CAN HUMANITY CHANGE? Krishnamurti -India
THE ULTIMATE DISTINCTION, Matt Mullen -US
THE POWER OF NOW, Eckhart Tolle -Germany
THE ART OF HAPPINESS, Matthieu Ricard -France
THE MONK & THE PHILOSOPHER, Matthieu Ricard -France
HEART OF THE BUDDHA'S TEACHING, Tich Nhat Hanh -Viet Nam