This produces, in those in whom the intuition has begun to function, a "Zen sense" which will lead, as a candle in the darkness, to the feet of a Master who will guide the students energies into the cul-de-sac of the intellect and drive him up to the end. Whatever the poor monk does with his koan will be wrong. He will be abused, ignored, sneered at, struck, but he will never give up. If he does he will not reach satori ; if he fights till he drops he will, as he rolls on the floor, achieve it. Then, in the fierce intensity of the process of the mondo, his mind will be sharpened and sharpened until by a process of ultra rapid reasoning he transcends all reasoning, and the sparks begin to fly between the terminals. The bridge so laboriously built, no longer needed, is just kicked into the stream.
Then he jumps. ...
Christmas Humphries in Zen Buddhism
As you can see, it's not that different from normal school, or work or whatever. We are surrounded by Masters prepared to fulfill these functions all the time. To frustrate and bamboozle us into euphorically, metaphorically and pataphorically breaking free of the Prison Within, known as Rational Thinking, and turning it into a Party, like in that movie Cry Baby.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Posted by Crystal Diamond at 7:01 PM
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