A SMALL WORLD
A SMALL WORLD
Whenever I mention the words “Self,” or “I,” or
“Ego,”—especially in my Zen blog—I receive several comments that either
disagree with my usage, or else offer other views. I look forward to such
interaction.
For example, one person
said: “If ‘self’ is the answer, or solution to our ills, then why all the ills?
The ‘Self’ needs help; it doesn't offer it!”
Someone else commented:
“The self is more like a universal soul. To find the self within you is to find
something beyond the ‘self’ of the ego.”
I can’t argue with either
view. First, because argument is pointless. Second, because I don’t want to
argue. Everyone is entitled to his or her own view.
I’m sure tonight’s talk
will bring on a firestorm of diverse voices.
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Imagine for a minute you
are enclosed in a transparent sphere. From inside your bubble you can observe
everything. You are cozy because you are shielded from anything that does not
agree with you. You are protected from disturbing noises, disagreeable odors,
and difficult people. You are isolated from the world.
Everyone learns from
childhood on to create and live in an insulated space.
Such a shell is built
around a person’s “me,” a person’s “I.” It’s a protective defense. It’s
designed to repel, or else filter, anything that is not harmonious with the one
it protects.
Shells enclose a very
small world.
Too often one’s shell is
so tight it becomes stifling, which leads to deceptive thinking. That is, if
anything that manages to insinuate its way into such a small world is not in
agreement with the center—the “I” or “me”—the center suffers.
As long as one is bound by
one’s small world, one behaves like a bird in a room that has no open windows
or doors. A trapped bird flutters against walls, not sure of what it is doing
but struggling to escape confinement. In its struggle it usually distresses
itself.
Some humans allow
themselves to be trapped birds. They ask “What am I?” Or, “Who am I?” Or, “Do I
like this or that?” They struggle endlessly within their shell.
Paradoxically, their
concept of “I” is what, in the first place, creates their small world and
limits its boundaries. Ironically, this “I” is self-created. It is delusion.
In Zen there is no “I.”
Some religions teach that
every human being is a worthless worm, born into sin and living in sin unless
he or she accepts certain precepts.
Making threats of recrimination, or else dangling
carrots of reprieve, is no way to treat a human spirit. Such practices
reinforce people’s shells and strengthen their notion of “I.” People become
fearful and guilt-ridden. A life based on the “I” concept is abstraction, not
existence. Zen realizes existence directly.
Think about it: Zen
realizes existence directly.
According to
human-development researchers, consciousness develops largely in one’s teenage years.
By consciousness I mean a sense of being-in-the-world. Consciousness is a
background against which one’s existence is defined and measured. Consciousness
means being coexistent with others.
However, the necessity of
coexisting with others often encourages the development of the egocentric “I,”
and one looks at all externals as so many tools, so much equipment. Friends and
associates become equipment. Parents or children become equipment. Mates become
equipment. They exist in small world terms, only as things to validate the
“me,” the “I.” Of course, this equipmentizing reaches in two directions. One’s
items of equipment, in return, also treat everyone else as equipment.
Think about it.
With everyone thinking
“I,” “me,” and “them,” is it any wonder there is so much alienation in the
world? Political systems clash. Christians and non-Christians wrangle. Arabs
and Jews disagree.
When one lives in a closed
shell everything outside becomes equipment designed to serve the needs of the
inner “me.” Everything is depersonalized.
As an example, consider
this singing bowl. At face value this bowl is an object designed to produce a
sound. But no more than a tree is an object meant for lumber to build a shelter
for me is this cup a mere thing designed for my need or my pleasure.
Perceive this bowl.
Discover it. Don’t judge it, thinking that you don’t care for the shape, or
that the color is not agreeable to your personal taste. Take the time to
experience this bowl for the unique thing it is. It has shape. It has form. It
has texture. It has a character of its own.
Furthermore, this bowl may
seem identical to a matching bowl that was made at the same time, but each of
the two bowls is its own self.
Experience a tree.
Experience this bowl or that bowl. These are not mere things. Each is
significant. Each is as important as any one of us.
These items are not pieces
of equipment intended to fulfill our ego.
Other human beings are not
pieces of equipment designed to validate our self.
Everything is unique.
Every thing is what it is. Every thing, and every one, is.
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What do you think?
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