Though the lineage scowls, I embrace my fate as proctologist of the psyche.
A person’s spiritual “value” must always be adjusted for inflation.
Perhaps compassion must be elevated to a cognitive function. Or, better yet, perhaps it must be retrieved from the rubble of emotion and ideals and restored to the eyes, where it can mature.
The mystical moment is the rush of divine hilarity in an abruptly godless world.
The foundational assumptions of any school of psychology could be used for koan practice. A viciously effective koan curriculum might consist entirely of short descriptions of “cognitive distortions” and “defense mechanisms” taken up as individual koans.
Samsara today is marked by narcissism without pleasure. It is sustained by the quest for narcissism with pleasure. Attain pleasure without narcissism.
At all times: Not mine, not mine, not mine, but exquisite.
Samsara is the world’s longest-running Rosenhan Experiment.
From robot to machine. From machine to very very little. Reritualize.
Leave yourself the fuck alone.
BEATING THE POISONED DRUM 