This Moment is Already as Lost as the Past
The past, you tell me, must be viewed with suspision.
How can I show you all mathematics is addition?
Take for instance the Buddha:
He sat beneath the lotus tree for 40 days, sustained only by its dew.
Do you see that you should be still? That the drink of life should be taken slowly?
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Jesus said
"I thirst."
But back to the Buddha:
He sat.
He never drank enough in as short a time to even have to get up and take a leak.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Jesus rose from the dead.
So,
The Buddha sat and Jesus rose.
No one I know has been able to do either of these things in quite the manner demonstrated by these two men.
But so many extraordinary phenonama have only one known example
I suppose.
But Back to the Buddha:
He sat for 40 years and he must have missed so much.
His children growing up and his parents getting older and his wife being evicted -- maybe -- because he missed so many mortgage payments.
He missed friends falling in love and raising children and coming and going and growing older and
He sat.
He sat for 4,000 years and he missed:
The beginning of the universe.
The rise and fall of many nations.
The great world wars.
The only award I recieved throughout grade school.
The day I bought my first car -- at a yard sale.
The night I lost my virginity (but so, to be fair, did the only man whom I would have wanted to join me for the occassion).
To continue the list:
The American Revolution
The French Revolution
Pop-rocks
Pudding Pops
Pet Rocks
The end of the universe.
He sat.
And he missed nothing.
No pain, no loss that wasn't his to suffer. He was present for all events
beginning to end.
Do you see that you should be still? That to drink is to thirst, to eat to hunger, to love to lose and that to want is to grieve?
Do you not see? Do you even insist one must have eyes to see?
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Jesus bleeds.