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Paradoxes of Place and the Millet Seed

Ancient Greece much like Ancient India grappled on nature of "existence" "Being" "is" ,one such philosopher was Parmenides who speculated on What is or Being ontologically . Buddhism though is more in sync with philosophy of process and nominalism, which heraclitus had opined in his theory of flux or becoming Zeno,student of Parmenides, In the paradox of place he notes that every existing thing exists somewhere. Whatever exists somewhere must exist in something else, namely, in a place. But a place is an existing thing and must exist in something other than itself. Therefore, a place must be in a place; this second place is itself an existing thing that must be in a place.  This goes on without limit, which is impossible, so there is no such thing as the single place where a thing is. The paradox of the millet seed attacks the assumption that things are composed of parts. A single millet seed does not make a noise when it falls. Yet a bushel of see...

Atta or Atman in Buddhism

Brahmajāla Sutta  provides a coherent explanation for the early Buddhist teachings on personal identity as well as  the apophatic strand in early Buddhist thought, and so underpins a  religio-philosophical understanding found consistently and extensively throughout the early Buddhist texts.  Indeed idealism is, basically, an hypostasisation of a person’s subjective awareness into a mind-independent, ultimate reality, an idea which the Mahānidāna Sutta rejects of  this system of thought is rather that the way things really are is unspeakable and unthinkable. In other words, the Brahmajāla Sutta’s  philosophy of epistemological conditioning implies that reality is  ultimately ineffable, as is the state of the person who realises it by  escaping his cognitive conditioning.. This conceptual clarification allows us to see that the metaphysical assumptions of the Brahmajāla Sutta differ considerably from  those of the first attempt to systematise t...

buddhavacana for meditation

Develop the meditation that is like water, for in so doing, pleasant and unpleasant sensory impressions that have arisen and taken hold of the mind will not persist.  Just as people wash away faeces and urine, spittle, pus and blood, and yet the water is not troubled, worried or disgusted, even so, develop the meditation that is like water. -- M.I,423 What people expect to happen Is often different from what actually happens. Thus does disappointment arise. This is the way the world works. -- Sn.588 Suppose an enemy has hurt you. That is his business. Why should you annoy yourself And hurt your mind, which is your business? In tears you left your family, They who were so kind and helpful. So why not leave behind your enemy And the anger that brings so much harm? This anger which you embrace Eats away at the very roots Of all t...

Buddhavacana

Akkosaka of the Bharadvaja Brahmin clan came to know that the leader of the clan had joined the Sangha of the monk Gotama.  Angry and displeased, he went to where the Lord was and reviled and abused him with rude, harsh words.  When he had finished, the Lord said: “What do you think, brahmin?  Do you receive visits from friends and acquaintances, kith and kin and other guests?” “Yes, Gotama, sometimes I do.” “And do you prepare for them food both hard and soft and give them rest?” “Yes, Gotama, sometimes I do.” “And if they do not accept these things from you, whose do these things become?” “They become mine.” “It is the same here, brahmin.  That with which you revile, scold and abuse me, who does not revile, scold or abuse you, that I do not accept from you.  It is yours, brahmin, it belongs to you.  One who reviles when reviled, who scolds when scolded, who abuses when abused – it is as if a host and a visitor dined together and made good. ...

Death be not proud

By John Donne   D eath be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee; From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou'art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,  And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie,'or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then? One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die