Greetings James, and thank you. My wife practices Jungian counseling, and she teaches on occasions. But the source of my understanding is from the Heart Sutra, and I would encourage one to look to the transcript used by the San Francisco Zen Center
(sfzc.org), from Kaz Tanahashi. It is one page long.
In essence, "emptiness" simply means "empty of self existance" or as the late Thich Nhat Hanh preferred, "interdependence." EVERYTHING is an interdependent gift, and we as a human create dualities ... Our minds and other sense organs create existence (Relative Truth), while truly there is NOTHING independent in the realm of the Universal Truth ... all is created for us, our breath and oxygen, seasons and sensory sensations, ground and gravity, etc and so on.
As the Buddhist monk said when asked, "Who are you?" and he replied, "I don't know." WHAT words point to this life, this moment in its vast entirety?
Then you are familiar with Jung's "coincidentia oppositorum", and what I call Rilke's "intersubjectivity", his need to be his objects in order to know them and be known by them, thus addressing the old debate concerning "das ding an sich". Ah well, back to politics and the awful things afoot. I wish you a safe and happy New Year.
You've pointed to other philosopher's broach to the human condition and while I'm unfamiliar w these specific terms, I 'm intimate with this milieu. Then, a Buddhist may say, in this Universal Truth, I am NOT familiar, as the "I" does not exist. As I type this thought, exactly HOW am I able to actually perform all of these human functions as there is no possible answer, because they are just words, pointing to a vast and indescribable universe of causes and conditions. Until "I" arrive with my delusional thinking, in my own Relative Truth appearance with nothing but objectification, to live each breath with peace and compassion and treat perhaps everything I sense as an intimate ally in this breath. Allies abound, all gorgeous flowers with the ground as far too brown, what have you found?
Quite unlike anything I've read on social media, Federick. Resonates with Jung and Rilke, wouldn't you say?
Greetings James, and thank you. My wife practices Jungian counseling, and she teaches on occasions. But the source of my understanding is from the Heart Sutra, and I would encourage one to look to the transcript used by the San Francisco Zen Center
(sfzc.org), from Kaz Tanahashi. It is one page long.
In essence, "emptiness" simply means "empty of self existance" or as the late Thich Nhat Hanh preferred, "interdependence." EVERYTHING is an interdependent gift, and we as a human create dualities ... Our minds and other sense organs create existence (Relative Truth), while truly there is NOTHING independent in the realm of the Universal Truth ... all is created for us, our breath and oxygen, seasons and sensory sensations, ground and gravity, etc and so on.
As the Buddhist monk said when asked, "Who are you?" and he replied, "I don't know." WHAT words point to this life, this moment in its vast entirety?
Then you are familiar with Jung's "coincidentia oppositorum", and what I call Rilke's "intersubjectivity", his need to be his objects in order to know them and be known by them, thus addressing the old debate concerning "das ding an sich". Ah well, back to politics and the awful things afoot. I wish you a safe and happy New Year.
You've pointed to other philosopher's broach to the human condition and while I'm unfamiliar w these specific terms, I 'm intimate with this milieu. Then, a Buddhist may say, in this Universal Truth, I am NOT familiar, as the "I" does not exist. As I type this thought, exactly HOW am I able to actually perform all of these human functions as there is no possible answer, because they are just words, pointing to a vast and indescribable universe of causes and conditions. Until "I" arrive with my delusional thinking, in my own Relative Truth appearance with nothing but objectification, to live each breath with peace and compassion and treat perhaps everything I sense as an intimate ally in this breath. Allies abound, all gorgeous flowers with the ground as far too brown, what have you found?
And with that, "Yes, Happy New Year, James!"