Nature’s last green is gold, hue released of her hold.

This is how you see the emptiness of all that arises, incidentally “What a strange thing for a strange thing to find strange!”

There’s no way desire is mimetic. Everyone wants to be different.

Cultivating the feeling of being seen by a greater self who ensures we cannot escape consequences IS meditation. It's free: you can do it any time while doing anything. It's understood by the ego. It's measurable. It provides a literal and figurative definition of enlightenment.

Oh! I know: What if we forbid claiming victimhood in vain? What if we forbid the idolization of the victim? What if we forbid all gods before Suffering? Devils of hell: Surely judgement will continue until forgiveness is accepted.

Victimhood is the Knowledge of Good and Evil we set up for ourselves, becoming like God indeed. In our victimocracy, the forbidden fruit is a false claim of victimhood: all too ripe and tempting, clearly spelling the end of our Eden. But we knew what it’d take to forgive them?

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The fastest way to enlightenment in this life is to make it easier for all the other ones, or, being enlightened, would you not pray that any of your weight still borne by another be given to you and weight of their own on top of it tenfold over?

Any positive description of who we are is fundamentally seen. By whom? Any negative description of who we are is unseen but is clearly reflected when we, remaining still, can admit we're simply seen. This one coming after us ranks ahead of us because he is, even now, before us.

If Jesus died to take away all sins, he died to take away all victimhood. You can't have it both ways. You can understand why he sold it as absolution, but to be a child of God is to stand in the world and take responsibility for everything as it is. The foundation of liberalism.

Perhaps also it's easier for an elephant to stand in a room unnoticed than for a victim to enter the kingdom of heaven. Forgiveness alone, and at last, saves us from ourselves, where no concern for the less fortunate or any protection from society can reach us.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This is my first confession. I tried to drag earth into heaven and pulled myself closer to hell.

OF COURSE deracinated “No-Self” Buddhism is viral in the West. It’s the ritualization of a primitive scapegoat religion: kill ego, problem solved. The Middle Way must preclude this path: The ego is only another thought—even valuable (cf. Ramana Maharshi, Judaism, Christianity).

I’ve examined the ego and find nothing wrong with him. You’re the ones calling him a tyrant. You want me to let you crucify him, and I’m afraid of what might happen if I don’t, but I have half a mind to send for the emperor so he can see this man for himself. He said to me, “If you recognized my father, who even now watches over you, I would be revealed to you as the Son of Man, and you, full of the Holy Spirit, would see you must be born again, becoming like a child of God.” I fell on the floor before him and pledged my legions to his name. But he said to me, “My people are the flames of a bush burning in a desert which can never be consumed. Do I not speak for them? Go to Caesar. Tell him, ‘Let my people go.’” “They wish to crucify you!” I cried. “The day is coming and has now arrived when all those living will be dead, and the dead will stir in their graves. All who are in their graves will hear my voice and come out—those who have done good to a resurrection of life, and those who have done evil to a resurrection of judgment.” “How can this be?” “The truth will not find you, for the truth is you are nowhere to be found, but if you seek this truth, do you not find it in our midst? And since you ask, it is not already given that you follow me, for you know the place to where I am going: where you go to knock but instead see heaven opened and angels ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.” “My Lord, surely you are the Son of God!” “Why do you say ‘Lord’ and not do as I tell you?” “Name it and thy will shall be done!” But he fell silent and again I heard the crowd screaming their cries of hate: “Crucify him! Crucify him! Crucify him!” “And what then?” I asked him. “Wash your hands.” There is a difference between suffering and allowing the ego to suffer for you. That is, unless you take His name in vain, setup for yourself a graven image, and worship another’s strange god before Him.