XPost: alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   Tang wrote:   
   > {:-]))) wrote:   
   >   
   >> But don't tell anyone.   
   >> Cuz it's a secret.   
   >>   
   >> I think.   
   >   
   >Remember, kids, Jesus intentionally   
   >spoke in parables,   
      
   Once upon a time, not long from here, a short   
   while ago as a matter of fact, temptation   
   suggested how it is not a sin.   
      
   A sin, as a stream of thoughts flowed along,   
   occurs when someone feels guilty of something   
   and the guilt is not a good feeling.   
      
   Being tempted to, say, go for a walk, is fine.   
      
   But if one feels guilty going, cuz, well, one was,   
   supposed to be doing something else, well, then,   
   that's when the unwell wells up and down   
   one goes into the pits for a spell.   
      
   >so that many of   
   >those within earshot could not   
   >understand.   
      
   Lest the story end early. And then the show   
   would not have gone on for as long as it has,   
   and it shall, for it must, as it has been pre-   
   determined by the sponsors.   
      
   >And since he proclaimed   
   >himself the only route to salvation,   
   >they already were as good as thrown   
   >in hell. Forever and ever more.   
      
   And a day. Forever and a day, and ever more.   
   Until today, ever it has been sewn as such   
   a mess and messiness is not next to   
   any sort of gaudy mess at all.   
      
   Everyone must go past the bouncer to enter   
   the bouncy room in the bouncy castle in which there   
   are what many a man shuns and funs and stuff.   
      
   And, with the password, one word, one is free.   
   All debt and guilt is gone. Vanished. And twinkles   
   are served, but watch out for the Twinkies.   
      
   >They   
   >never knew, will never know that they   
   >are in such predicament, by divine   
   >design, no less.   
      
   When all the guests who were invited didn't show,   
   the host said, put the word out and invite all in.   
      
   But then, one pooper didn't meet the dress code   
   and he was met with a frowny face and was   
   not allowed to enter the bouncy castle.   
      
   >The Stoics, always killjoys, retort that   
   >in such situation, the damned can   
   >accept their fate, in full, and thereby   
   >get saved.   
      
   I don't know anything about that side of the street.   
   Nor that side of the tracks. Nor the boondocks.   
      
   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWw9-iygCfM   
      
   >On both sides, it is just an opinion, an   
   >human opinion, but you can choose.   
      
   When I think, and I think my thinking is an opinion,   
   and I think everyone else's thinking is an opinion,   
   that is often a good thought for me to think.   
      
   And yet, just as often, aye, forgetting and thinking   
   something someone said is more than that, can be,   
   I think, what starts the show on the road.   
      
   >Like when you walk into a bar and the   
   >bartender tenderly asks you: "What is   
   >your poison?" It is free and voluntary.   
      
   If thinking is a poison, not-thinking can make a splash.   
   Or, unthinking and back-tracking to find a fork   
   and stick it in the bird to see if it's done   
   getting itself killed in the middle of   
   the road trying to cross it for   
   what its raison-d'etre was.   
      
   >Tang Huyen   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)