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Zen & Right Speech

Every lie spoken was another victim Jesus had to exorcise. Once graced back under our Lord, that person was still susceptible should they have lied again. We all lie; I wasn't around when Jesus performed miracles; none of us were.

I have no idea what happened back then, and based on the amount of hearsay currently exchanged as if credible as currency, the alleged root of Earth's evils, who knows what facts slipped through the cracks as the conquerors rewrote their opposition's versions to reciprocate their own stories and smother truth with grandma's gravies and faded memories.

Truth has become subjective; unfortunately, thanks to the existence of our own counterbalances within the cosmos, universal truths permeate our lives regardless of any perceptions clouding the pane we painted with the pains produced as byproducts of parentally-passed (inherited) prejudgments.

So luckily, truth remains true no matter how many lies are attacking our universe. Standing steady and in isolation, truth requires no support structures. Truth is true by virtue of the only permitted self-referencing cause-and-effect, meaning it never requires supporting arguments. Those are reserved for the sounds our vocal chords produce after a couple of pious years of prenatal peace.

Knowing Truth

Let's try something new. Raise your hand if you know Gdb exists; not that you believe or have faith, but know. Every single person on this planet looked around to see who of the 8 billion would dare lie this time. I'm sure a few did; they're forgiven, or after additional penance, they'll unhitch the added burdens of each additional sin, but Zen is unrelated.

Is Zen a path towards truth? Yes, but really no. Zen is a word in another language; I think it means meditation or something, who cares? Speaking a word from another language while cramming a personal agenda of our own home-baked solution to this divine comedy of errors is just more icing in the rink we continue to slip and slide across, never finding any ice to call our own, but forever supported by the ice just out of arm's reach (if only we weren't predisposed skating to stop and reach down), but the ice remains as proof and logically necessary to further support the rink's presence and existence, holding us together as one.

We each know everything better. Granted, that's just a natural layer of dirt that washes away as we dust off the final traces of the confusion manifesto unanimously voted into an undisclosed chapter of Gdb's book of how things will be now that demons have been tossed away to be trapped in hell. Do I know truth? Yes; I'm positive it is true that nobody else knows better than anybody else about anything. That's probably true.

Believing Perceptions

When I first stumbled upon my entry-level Buddhism introductory course at my state-funded collegiate farming facility, the perception of a foreign-formed fact-finding philosophy shrouded with the mysterious oriental secret sauce, which added the spice back into my begging bowl, there was no preventing the snowball from collecting and growing upon itself unimpeded as it gained momentum and popularity, a confusing circularly proven justification: if I can be, then B can A. Sure, we can probably accommodate some more creative genius to further bury that guesswork upon piles of our own self-declared dominance.

I asked myself once: Does Gdb brag down to everybody else: "Yo bitches, I'm Gdb, and ya ain't! Suckers!" See when you are, you have compassion for the lesser, not strength from pressing down harder on a felt-tip pen already scratching away the thin paper supporting all those lies we may have committed to ink.

I'm not saying I know. I'm saying you don't. When I was younger, a strange friend furthered my perception of his shenanigan-styled beatnik sans the relevance appearance when he suddenly blurted additional irrelevance, though perhaps relevant solely in this sentence, "Believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear." What a moron! I thought to myself over two decades ago. Funny, I get it now, but still, we can agree that he was a moron for saying that. He won't agree, and Gdb isn't here to cast the final ballot of truth everlasting, so no matter what you think, it's only what you think, even if you see, smell or touch, or maybe taste, it always only your brain doing the controlling, and a bag of leaky humanoid fulfilling the commands per the electric impulses relaying the instructions from that "you" in control.