Aversion and the art of writing

Though experiment…what can be done tomorrow? Tomorrow becomes today when it comes. It’s the strangest thing. If their is no typing then this post doesn’t happen. Strangest thing right? Being enigmatic is a very specific luxurious skill a professional procrastinator develops to perfection. Passing hours deep in though about nothing, feeling the profoundity. My initial hope was this is what Buddhism was suppose be like. In my mind getting to the bottom of things. Irony of irony the bottom is simple and the emptiness isn’t a problem. With the Buddha’s instruction things outside yourself show themselves clearly… kusila or akusila. Simple as that. The problem comes from inside, the personal views and individual aversions, greeds and delusions. Not to mention the strange echo chamber these things produce in your mind.
Learning to meditate was so I could deal with the world and develope super powers. My present view is that samsara is as samsara does and that the problem with samara is between my ears and behind my eyes.

Samsara is as samsara does

Writing to keep track of personal pratice helps. Keeping a log of what I am reading today helps. Identifying paralleles in different works helps. Writing about the way the world should be doesn’t. Breaking that habit is hard. Not preaching is easy not silently judging isn’t. Breaking that habit is also not easy. Samsara is what it is. All the logic and skillfully crafted rhetoric doesn’t help. Views ( including my own ) are that way. All the profundity in the world doesn’t help. It’s strange that way, the only thing that matters is my own experience and the quality of my own internal reality.

Anatta and the Art of About

The initial thoughts and circumstances that where the dependently arisen causes for this site once seamed weighty. However upon trying to type them out they have shown themselves to be like bubbles produced by crashing waves on a shoreline…Empty. Reviewing many of the notes produced in anticipation of this event only serve as a humorous reminder of the passing of mental states and moods. Many of those states are akusala…anger, greed and delusion masking themselves in a confusing mass of hyperbole and poor grammar. So here we are trying to express the none event that is happening.

Name and Form

The name of this site is a reference to a book the author didn’t finish. It is a loaded statement that only the author understands. In the early 2000’s the author attempted to convert to Buddhism. It didn’t work so he tried to read a book about zen and motorcycles. He didn’t make it through that either. Some years later he developed a meditation practice and at an imperceptible point became Buddhist. It doesn’t resemble any of his preconceived notions. The experience has been powerful. Mostly beautiful some times confusing and other times heart breaking. As an exercise in many things this site is taking form.

Praise and Blame

I am Eman Edocym and this is *and the Art of… Partly to share experiences other times as practice in writing or art and sometimes as a way to connect with others. Thank you for your time and attention.