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identity is always prefixed by the possessive adjective "my" - my fans, my wife, my son - the<br />

doctor... And just as we define and sustain ourselves by such human possessions, we try to<br />

suck the quality from material possessions, and assimilate these qualities to ourselves.<br />

Sometimes we develop a collector's mentality and desire expensive or rare objects just<br />

for the sake <strong>of</strong> possessing them. "I have something nobody else has. As it is unique, I, its<br />

possessor, am unique." Art or artifact, it does not matter what the class <strong>of</strong> object is. Believe<br />

it or not, there are people who collect toilet seats. Our surprise by such a category should not<br />

be increased by learning that Charles, Prince <strong>of</strong> Wales, numbers himself among these strange<br />

collectors <strong>of</strong> privy memorabilia.<br />

We are convinced that the quality <strong>of</strong> our possessions magically adheres to us. A man<br />

who deems a Ferrari superior to a Ford, deems himself, as a Ferrari owner, superior to a Ford<br />

owner. He wants an attractive car so that people will be attracted to him - yet he fully expects<br />

that all will love him not for his possessions but for himself. He is certain, as he looks<br />

through the parking lots <strong>of</strong> life, that he has few equals. And if it should happen that the<br />

monthly payments on the Ferrari are bankrupting this particular man, so what? He does not<br />

swagger less.<br />

A woman argues with her hairdresser about the undulation <strong>of</strong> a particular tress. She<br />

claims that it proceeds in a direction which makes her look unattractive. She is very fussy<br />

about her hair. It is her best feature. Not until the perverse curl is reversed is she satisfied<br />

with her appearance. And if it should happen that this woman weighs three hundred pounds<br />

and grotesque rolls <strong>of</strong> fat cascade down her torso, is she less fastidious about her coiffure?<br />

No. Her ego has attached itself to her hairdo. Her self-esteem is in her curls.<br />

Sportscars and stylish hairdos are worthwhile if they increase a breeding adult's<br />

attractiveness; but when procreative considerations are nonexistent, such flashy displays<br />

usually indicate that the ego is serving no other instinct than its own self-preserving vanity.<br />

This is an essential difference between youth and maturity. We expect young people<br />

to crave attention-gaining things. A sixty year old woman driving a Ferrari is strange to us.<br />

A spiked, punk hairdo is sort <strong>of</strong> engaging when it is worn by a sixteen year old boy. We<br />

would, however, very likely refuse to dine with a sixty year old man who wore one. On the<br />

other hand, when we find young people taking vows <strong>of</strong> chastity and poverty and retreating to<br />

a cloister we wonder what is wrong with them.<br />

For how long can an ego safely reside in a possession? Sometimes in samsaric<br />

permanence. We have all met collectors who will pause in their accretions only to receive<br />

Extreme Unction. While passing on, they direct the priest's attention to their latest<br />

acquisition. As many attorneys can verify, there are hosts <strong>of</strong> vain women who name in their<br />

wills the particular hairdresser they want to coif their corpse. We even occasionally hear<br />

about sportscar owners who stipulate that they be buried in their Porches.<br />

CHAPTER 12 RIGHT THOUGHT OR PURPOSE<br />

S EVENTH W ORLD O F C HAN B UDDHISM<br />

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