Words&Dirt

“She’d talk to him about her old loves and old hopes and new hopes and he half listened, knowing she thought he didn’t really understand what she was saying. When he talked it was in another language, and the story was even less believeable. The woman would lie close to him, her head on his smooth and unscarred chest, while he talked into the dark air above the bed, his voice not echoing in the wood-flimsy space of the shack, and he’d tell her, in words she would never understand, about the magic land where everyone was a wizard and nobody ever had terrible choices to make, and guilt was almost unknown, and poverty and degradation were things you had to teach children about to let them understand how fortunate they were, and where no heart breaks.

He told her about a man, a warrior, who’d worked for the wizards doing things they could or would not bring themselves to do, and who eventually could work for them no more, because in the course of some driven, personal campaign to rid himself of a burden he would not admit to––and even the wizards had not discovered––he found, in the end, that he had only added to that weight, and his ability to bear was not without limit after all.”

––Use of Weapons, by Iain M. Banks, loc. 1166-74

“Buddhism advertises itself as a form of life that will result in serenity and contentment if one allows into one’s blood and bones three or four pieces of Buddhist wisdom, and if one also consciously and consistently embodies conventional morality, as well as the distinctive Buddhist excellences of great compassion and lovingkindness. The wisdom part consists of the recognition that everything is impermanent (annica), that I am among the impermanent things (anatman or no-self; annata, Pali), that everything that happens is caused to happen by prior events and processes and will yield other events and processes (dependent origination), and that if you try to find where things bottom out, you will be led, Zen-like, to find that they don’t bottom out, analytic deconstruction never comes to an end (sunyata, emptiness). Buddhist wisdom says that everything is becoming. What there is, and all there is, are events and processes. Things and substances insofar as they exist at all are simply slow-moving events and processes. Compare: many scientists think that glass is a slow-moving liquid.”

––The Bodhisattva’s Brain: Buddhism Naturalized, by Owen Flanagan, pg. 20