What why when where who whither ten-thousand things?
(H)o-keh, for me, it was twenty-thousand things. 20,000 instances and occurences this life I’d do over, if I could.
I checked the Tao Te Ching again, and, apparently, my memory was faulty. There are references not to “the 20,000” but to the “10,000 things” occasionally through-out the text. And …
And why 10,000? THAT is the number, the amount of discrete separate things in the world, a huge, almost impossible-to-conceive number the writer(s) of the Tao Te Ching used when elaborating about all the phenomena in the world.
The 10,000 things.
You never feel sorry for yourself, or guilty about things, right? I try not to. But, sometimes … and I think: there are “10,000 things” I’d either not do, or re-do, or un-do, or do differently given the second-time around this life.
Actually, that number may not be enough.
I hate to confess, but I have been a little (?) reckless a time or three or more when driving. Not attentive enough, sometimes. And that’s a conservative estimate for any given month!
I’ve thought ill of others. I’ve said bad things (though sometimes true) about others. I’ve been a little (?) impatient with dogs and cats. I don’t think I ever lost it with the turtle, though. (Well, yeah, I’ve been real annoyed with the tortoise, but we never thought a tort could be “potty-trained.”)
Going back, in my memory, earliest me(s)mories of childhood. I should have turned right, instead of left. Could have/should have, refrained from joining the class in picking on somebody. Better yet, rare as this is, been the 1st- or 2nd- or 3rd-grader who went against the grain and stood up for the oppressed.
Thought twice before many responses. Not given in to “negative” inclinations (mis)guiding actions which do not result in making the yooniverse a better place.
And let’s not even get started on what seems to be an innocuous malfeasance — that of ‘wasting time’ … you know: instead of hours playing computer-card-solitaire, I could be out saving the world! or something …
And some day I can only hope to be spiritually and emotionally and psychically and mentally advanced enough to forgive everybody, everything. And in that regard, someday do something even more difficult — forgive myself. I think THAT’ll be the toughest. I am nowhere near even considering beginning to do that, just yet.
Yes, it seems a cop-out (don’t it?) but I frequently think about the next life. As we all know, the karma from our identified-with-actions will have to be contended with.
Yes, it IS a “cop out.” Right now. Today. Soon. Before Christmas. Yeah. Whenever.
I pay lip-service to THE SECRET, but all of us know it.
And, to quote Paul Simon, “I’ll continue to continue
to pretend, my life will never end, and
flowers never bend, with the rainfall.”
(Whatever that means!) Heh!
being stuck here (not liking it) and wanting to go “there.”
Sort of. How I envision (or do I “grok”?) my elusive gurlfren, Naggy … uh, naggy sumbuddy, wahl?