Can we find a way to mobilize, afresh, the force of what was once called God, as a way of helping us to recreate the beauty of the Earth?
Making the Garden by Christopher Alexander
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Can we find a way to mobilize, afresh, the force of what was once called God, as a way of helping us to recreate the beauty of the Earth?
Making the Garden by Christopher Alexander

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A Joke
There is a meditator seeking enlightenment who has a particularly bad case of monkey-mind. She hears that there is a technique that, if you do it completely for five minutes, will inevitably lead to instant, complete awakening. She also hears that this technique is inscribed on the inside of a banana peel on a very special banana tree. Her teacher gives her instructions for how to find the banana tree, and she seeks it out.
It is a long walk to the banana grove that contains the magic mindfulness banana tree, and she works up quite an appetite. But eventually she finds the tree, and is relieved. She takes a banana off the tree, sits down in lotus position, unpeels the banana, eats the banana, and reads the instructions from the inside of the banana peel.
"Remember your purpose, and embody it fully in your subjective reality. See your purpose; hear your purpose; feel your purpose. Actively bring up your purpose when you get distracted."
So she stretches up, settles in, and for five minutes, she remembers her deepest commitment to serving all living beings.
"Wow!" she says. "That was great! I feel so much better now. But I don't think I have completely awakened."
So she gets out of lotus, takes down another banana, sits down, unpeels it, eats it, and finds the following instructions:
"Follow your breath. Do not change your breath, but keep bringing back your attention to your breath."
And so for the next five minutes, she watches all of the sensations associated with breathing at her nostrils, watching the inhale, watching the exhale, watching the playful dance of expansion and contraction associated with life, breath, pneuma, God. When the five minutes ends, she is completely relaxed, completely focused. But she is still plagued by self-conscious awareness, and so she takes down another banana. Printed inside of the peel (in a most beautiful cursive script, it should be noted), she reads:
"Ask yourself the question 'Who am I?' repeatedly. Let doubt, ignorance, and not-knowing arise, and let that be okay. Let that be a new kind of knowledge, of wisdom."
She begins to ask herself this question, and with each utterance, she becomes more and more confused, more and more stupid, more and more empty, and yet she is also calmer, wiser; she embodies the wisdom that is within us all. But at the end of the five minutes, she still has not yet found what she is looking for. And so, with a note of despair, of desperation, of calm necessity, she takes the final banana down and finds:
"Drop all intention to move your body; drop all intention to think; drop all intention to pay attention to anything in particular at all. Be completely open; let go completely. Let go. Let go. Let go."
And after five minutes, she is not only no longer hungry, but she has no desire at all; she is no longer a self, but God, She, It, This, Now. She laughs, and sees that she always was. And she thinks to herself, "Why didn't I start with that banana?"
Half the people in the world think that the metaphors of their religious traditions, for example, are facts. And the other half contends that they are not facts at all. As a result we have people who consider themselves believers because they accept metaphors as facts, and we have others who classify themselves as atheists because they think religious metaphors are lies.
Joseph Campbell, Thou Art That: Transforming Religious Metaphor

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In actual fact it would seem that during the Cold War, if not during World War II, this country has become frankly a warfare state built on affluence, a power structure in which the interests of big business, the obsessions of the military, and the phobias of political extremists both dominate and dictate our national policy. It also seems that the people of this country are by and large reduced to passivity, confusion, resentment, frustration, thoughtlessness and ignorance, so that they blindly follow any line that is unraveled for them by the mass media.
Thomas Merton
He spent the bulk of his Swiss account on a new pancreas and liver, the rest on a new Ono-Sendai and a ticket back to the Sprawl.
William Gibson, Neuromancer

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...if we apply our new function readers-digest-condensed-version to the entire text of James Joyce's _Finnegans Wake_ (treating it as a big long list of words), we will obtain the shorter list (riverrun the)... It would be nice as well as useful if we could create an inverse operation to readers-digest-condensed-version called rejoyce that, given any two words, would create a novel beginning and ending with them, respectively—and such that James Joyce would have written it (had he thought of it). Thus execution of the Lisp statement (rejoyce 'Stately 'Yes) would result in the Lisp genie generating from scratch the entire novel _Ulysses_. Writing this function is left as an exercise for the reader. To test your program, see what it does with (rejoyce 'karma dharma).
Douglas Hofstadter, Lisp: Atoms and Lists (from Metamagical Themas)
Wishing for enlightenment, as in Rinzai Zen, is still based on dualistic thinking. Just to sit quietly in Zazen like a rock or a block of wood is all there is to it! Zazen is not a means to an end called enlightement, Zazen is enlightenment.
Frederick Franck, Pilgrimage to Now/Here
Here as in Europe, in America, it is as if the young, a mutation were taking place, as if from unsuspected depths a wave were rising, a mass movement without cohesion, without center. Their generation, invaded by the noise of radio and television from its first day, brainwashed without pause by the most pervasive commercial and political propaganda, should have been poisoned to its very core. Yet, suddenly, many, many among them show that something inside has hardly been touched, has remained immune to it all. In Japan too they confront their own lives, see their dehumanized future in a computerized society and ask in horror the eternal questions: Why am I here? Who am I? Who are you? What is the meaning of our lives? Where the concentration of poison is greatest, the Spirit seems to manifest itself, where dehumanization is almost complete, the specifically human within to assert itself.
Frederick Franck, Pilgrimage to Now/Here
The new cities, the suburbs of America, England, France, Italy, Holland, India, Japan, Hong Kong are unrelated to human need, human reality, spirit, life. Totally deficient in what the old cities have in abundance, they lack architectural and human differentiation, atmosphere, fail to stimulate and nourish the imagination. They are the perfect expression of a totalitarian perversion that provides cages for dehumanized cattle, overpopulated, uninhabitable places of exile, joyless deserts in which there is nothing to be experienced and where television and mechanical noise and violence offer the substitute for a life not lived, a death not died. There is no force strong enough to defeat the institutionalized egoism, barbarism, cynicism, and contempt that impose this environment on humans who lost—exploiters and exploited alike—all criteria of what it means to be human. Only a counterculture based on such a criterion could break this tyranny of heartlessness, where people are tolerated only as auxilaries to industrial enterprise.
Frederick Franck, Pilgrimage to Now/Here

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Deep below in the valley, lights are twinkling. Claske picks up a dead bird among the leaves. The Buddha married too young. He left his wife when he was twenty-eight. He missed knowing the married path, where even the eyes can become one.
Frederick Franck, Pilgrimage to Now/Here
It is the interior that calls us, pilgrims, on pilgrimage.
Frederick Franck, Pilgrimage to Now/Here