Diebert van Rhijn wrote:Hakuin's style is another example of Romanticism of course, or closer to some form of art, in its deliberate roughness and ability to shock.
Are you talking from your own perspective, or what? Personally I was shocked to realise how obvious introspective meditation is, as a technique. It's just "locking on" to reality in a very realistic way. E.g. "my lower abdomen is the absolute, inexpressible truth, and the source of the Dharma" may sound shocking. Personally I was shocked to realise I was so foolish as to think it's not literally true.
To say that the psychological battle is actually physical and factual could be misleading. Spiritual development has a lot to do with redefining and changing our relationship toward everything, including any notions of "the physical". So one actually challenges any assumed demarcations between the psychological and physical.
I dunno about that. To me it's not about "redefining and changing," or "challenging any assumed demarcations," or other forms of academic wanking. It's telling the truth. Just finding out what's
really the case.
Keep in mind, I'm not arguing against anything you wrote, all quite on the spot actually, here and in your starting post. My aim is to discuss the reaction you received, and other thinkers here as well, about sounding overly dramatic or scriptural. Which then is called romantic or idealistic, all in a time were ideals and depth of perception have become rather flattened, perhaps by a supersaturation of signs and stories.
Yes, that's the direction I'd agree with. Lacking any clear ideas or principles, or having a supersaturation of dreamy, unrealistic, mediocre, flattened non-ideas and non-principles, creates the false illusion that anything
different is far-fetched, unrealistic, and overly dramatic.
The thing is, creativity is a lost art. It's literally something out of "Brazil", where people sit down to an expensive restaurant meal, and la carte is flourished by a sophisticatedly attired waiter, who reads it with an apparently genuine "european" accent; the clientele make their selections; the dishes are concocted in the mysterious caverns of the chef who hoards all gastronomical secrets; the time for the restoration approaches: voila! three platters of brown identical lumps.
Fantasy!
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