Our Path

Our path is a lonely one,

And at times it is treacherous.

So much has been lost,

Ancient knowledge,

A Treacherous Path

A Treacherous Path (Photo credit http://mikesthailandtravels.blogspot.com/)

Traditions of teaching.

Mentors, what are they?

We are the generation

That must mentor itself;

Starting from scratch,

Sniffing for clues,

As to the true nature

Of reality.

Because our forebears

Have have been overcome,

Or neglected their duties,

To pass on the wisdom

Of our people;

And those who came.

And so we sniff for clues,

Scratch at the dirt,

Peek inside.

Avoid the prying eyes

Of a consciousness that does not accept

The underlying truths,

The self-evident realities,

Hidden in every corner,

That we don’t believe in;

And don’t see.

So now we know

Why we must hold onto each other

With all our might.

We are all we have.

The chain will not be broken,

Because we will not let go.

It does not end;

And neither do we.

Theory on games, “The game of life,” and cheaters.

In my basically Buddhist worldview I see life as just a game, perhaps THE GAME. Simply put, games don’t matter in the long run.

That said, if you find someone who cheats at trivial card games (not in good humor) and such, you have most likely also found a person that cheats at “The game of life”. These are not fulfilling people to be around in my experience.

Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing had happened.

Sadly, I prefer this particular current variant of this Winston Churchill quote over the original quote, which was in reference to a particular person:

Occasionally he stumbled over the truth but he always picked himself up and hurried on as if nothing had happened.

The bonus in the mangled version of the quote is the idea that we are all blundering into the truth occasionally, because sometimes we all need some motivation to go stumbling around.