Not This, Not That ~ INTRODUCTION
This
is the second volume of my memoirs ~ following on
from SO MANY ROADS ~ and covers that period
of my life from 1978 until 1998. It is advisable to
read the first volume otherwise many things in the
second will not make much sense. And if I do not lose
interest and feel inspired, there will be a Part III,
and possibly a Part IV, in due course.
Rather than call it SO MANY ROADS, Part II,
I decided on the present title. And if you think it
odd, let me say that in ancient India, when people
asked of a sage, “Master, what is Truth?”,
often, the master would reply, somewhat cryptically,
“Neti, neti”, meaning, Not
this, not that ~ that is, we cannot say what
is truth, but can approach it only by a process of
negation, much like a prospector, looking for gold
in a stream, removes all that is not gold from his
basin ~ first, the water, then the stones, sand, twigs
and mud ~ and, when all the not-gold has
been removed, perhaps he will be left with some particles
of gold, gleaming there in the bottom. He does not
begin by taking out the gold.
I know, as I write this, that I’m sticking my
neck out, and that there will be complaints, not just
because of the contents but also be-cause of my style.
I considered this, but still decided to write, as
there is a need to tell things as they are. And look,
without criti-cism, we would still be living in caves,
and would you like that? Criticism is like a double-edged
sword: it has two forms; one destructive and the other
constructive; the second is invaluable and we could
not do without it, as it not only helps us maintain
a standard, but to improve things. We should propose
something positive in place of that which we criticize.
As anyone who has been to Kathmandu will have noticed,
the streets there are in a shocking condition. People
dig them up whenever they feel like laying pipes and
cables, then loosely fill in the holes without any
attempt to restore the surface to what it was before;
consequently, the roads have great bumps and hol-lows
in them which become very muddy when it rains. Nepalese
obviously don’t think much about it (nor about
letting their dogs bark all night without trying to
prevent them; Kathmandu should be renamed Dogmandu,
as there are so many barking dogs!); civic-consciousness
is far from their minds. And that is a criti-cism,
made because I know they are capable of better things;
if they were not, it would be pointless to criticize
them.
As a citizen of the world ~ hackneyed though this
cliché might be considered by people who do
not feel this way ~ I could not keep quiet about this,
and several times told shop-keepers in the tourist-belt
that they should return the streets to their original
condition after digging trenches across them. I was
gratified to see that in two cases, my complaints
resulted in attempts being made to correct the irregularities,
but I’m pretty sure that had I not complained,
nothing would have been done. How sad that it needs
someone like me to shame people into doing what com-mon-sense
should tell them to do! But this is my world just
as much as anyone else’s, and I care about it,
instead of turning away and letting it degenerate.
It is easy to let things go, but hard to build them
up. I respect and am grateful to anyone who tries
to improve things.
It is essential to understand the difference between
the Con-tainer and the Contents: Buddhism and the
Teachings of the Buddha. If people are satisfied with
Buddhism it is alright, of course; but for those who
are not, and who want something more than the mere
name-and-form, it should be said that though Buddhism
is now old, tired and travel-stained, having come
a long way and endured many ups and downs, the Teachings
of the Buddha are still quite intact. However, these,
too, should not be looked upon as something magical
that produces miraculous effects just by being believed
or recited, but should be understood and realized,
for they are a finger pointing at the moon,
not the moon itself. There are 3 levels, as it were:
(1) Buddhism, the organization, which deserves our
respect for having pre-served the Contents until now;
(2) Buddha-Dharma, or the Teachings of the Buddha;
and (3) Dharma itself, realizing which, Sakyamuni
became the Buddha, and thereafter tried to point it
out to others. If we insist on clinging to the Con-tainer
while disregarding the Contents and making no attempt
to understand, it is such a waste, to say the least.
Now, Buddhism is more than 2,500 years old, so it
is not sur-prising that it has changed a lot since
it started out on its long journey. Not only is it
tired and travel-stained, but things crept in along
the way that have very little to do with what the
Buddha taught; like a damp stone gathering moss, it
gathered its fair share of superstition. This was
unavoidable, and there is little we can do about the
past except learn from it. This doesn’t mean,
however, that we should be complacent and condone
the ongoing corruption, but should understand how
it happened that things crept in, and ask ourselves
if this is what we want. For my part, I am not content
to just let things go, as I’ve seen better things,
and see no reason why improvements cannot and should
not be made. I consider my criticism ~ though it might
not be sweet ~ to be constructive. The words of Lao
Tse had a great impact upon me: “Sweet
words are seldom true; truthful words are seldom sweet.”
If we are serious in our quest, we should be prepared
to face the unpleasant at times, as it will not always
coincide with our desires or expectations.
I passed my 34th year as a monk in May this year,
but it was only because I realized the difference
between the Container and the Contents ~ Buddhism,
the religion, and what the Bud-dha taught ~ even before
I became a Buddhist, that I was able to make it this
far; had I not done so, I would have given up in despair
long ago. So, it is my responsibility to point out
this dif-ference to others; there are people even
today with just a little dust of ignorance in their
eyes, who might still understand. I have come across
such people, one here and another there.
The front-cover shows a church, a mosque, a Hindu
temple, and some Buddhist stupas. Draw your own conclusion.
And to anyone reading this, I will say as way of benediction,
May you be Well and Safe, rather than Well and Happy,
as no-one is happy all the time, nor can be. Accept
the vicissitudes of life and make what you can of
them. Have a good journey!
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