Monday, October 24, 2016
Worldly Monk Concept
Water and mud make bricks, especially under the sun, which
can be useful for foundations of glorious kingdoms or humble havens. I feel that a water and mud comparison to
what I have experienced helps me view my opportunities with hope as I have
learned to make the most of being thoroughly overcome by what has to be the
most disgusting culture that has ever existed. My mind and my soul and my life
and environment are covered in the grime of this world, and in about years
three and four of working at a Barnes and Noble for a long time, I started to
accept this reality and decided to take every advantage I could to pray well in
this condition. I have heard people talk
about "trappings" before, and how people can sometimes escape the distractions
and burdens of life and find sanctuary in places like the mountains or
ironically to a "desert" to find rest and spiritual oasis. I have
some memories of places like that from when I was a kid, but as an adult, I
have found the true traps that people have set to be inescapable, horrifically
violating, and burdensome in a soul crushing way that I do not expect to ever
recover from in this life. Keeping insurance was the killer for me, but there
are other traps in our culture, like the constant threat of debt and bad
credit, low wages and high rent, email and personal information scams,
unavoidable terrible music, disgusting movies that starve millions for
satisfying storylines, and terrible news headlines about other people being
violated in far worse ways. I almost can't take it at all, but over time have
found great hope through prayer, and am so appreciative of all my links to
humanity that retreating seems like it would be the least pure and good thing I
could do. I am starting this blog as a place to share some reflections about
what I have learned along my nasty, briar filled mud trap sand spur path, and I
hope that people can find some happiness in a field of wildflower ideas grown
with all the water that my shattered bucket could never hold.
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