XPost: alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   On Mon, 10 Oct 2016 00:10:47 -0400, "dagnabit"   
    wrote:   
      
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   >   
   >"Ummmmmmm"  wrote in message news:ntf443$25o$1@dont-email.me...   
   >   
   >On 10/10/2016 4:17 PM, dagnabit wrote:   
   >>   
   >>   
   >> "Ummmmmmm"  wrote in message news:ntf0lj$qe5$1@dont-email.me...   
   >> On 10/10/2016 4:53 AM, dagnabit wrote:   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> "Ummmmmmm"  wrote in message news:nt6l7a$6c2$1@dont-email.me...   
   >>>> absfg is so full of angels that it needs an idiot or two to redress   
   >>>> the cosmic balance.   
   >>>   
   >>>   
   >>> doubtful that absfg has either or, but might   
   >>> you expound on "cosmic balance"  for all of   
   >>> the kids in the cheap seats? thanks !   
   >>   
   >> Sorry, no.   
   >> I'm not an expounder.   
   >> It sounds like a joke to me.   
   >>   
   >> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   
   >>   
   >> well you did mention "cosmic balance" and   
   >> to me I think that that sounds like a joke.   
   >   
   >Well, we both agree - it was a joke.   
   >   
   >  can the cosmos be   
   >> unbalanced, and can an infinitesimal   
   >> slice of the cosmic cookie like man actually have   
   >> the power or the wherewithal to balance it somehow?   
   >   
   >But, yes, if you are not centered, then the cosmos is off-balance.   
   >When you are centered, the cosmic balance is restored.   
   >You are the still point of the turning earth - infinitely small, maybe,   
   >- but it all revolves around you.   
   >   
   >~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~   
   >   
   >the cosmos doesn't unbalance. if it did it would   
   >tip to one side and all of the hot fudge topping   
   >would spill out across indra's net.   
      
   Sounds yummmmmmmy.   
      
   Ummmmmmm could be said to be, self-centered.   
      
   With a Hindu paradigm, the cosmos is Self.   
   It's the same Self that seas, and surfs all waves.   
      
   The Self rocks the boat and is the hand that rocks   
   the cradle on the tree tops, and, well, you know,   
   when the bough breaks, and all the ashes, ashes,   
   all fall down. And down will come Ummmmmmy,   
   unless he floats around in his little row boat.   
      
   Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is ...,   
      
   A joke! That's it. Of course.   
      
   It's not a secret, locked away, in a secret room   
   that only a living Master has the key too.   
      
   That's the joke!   
      
   I get it now.   
   Ummmmmmm was pulling the wool   
   over his pant leg, once upon a time, for a spell.   
      
   It's like a root beer float with hot fudge topping,   
   spilling out across indra's net.   
      
   Wow.   
      
   And I thought I was funny.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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