We can expect suffering. We're going against the stream, and we can expect to feel the pressure of the defilements just in the same way as when we go against the wind we can feel the force against our bodies. We are also getting somewhere.
Getting heartily sick and tired of the way your life is isn't a neurosis; it's an insight. If you embrace it, then it's the boot that will kick your ass into doing something new and better.
It is a bit embarrassing to have been concerned with the human problem all one's life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than 'Try to be a little kinder.'
You just tell them what they're supposed to do and leave it at that. Behave well, you say. But how? You never tell them. All you do is give them pep talks and punishments. Pure idiocy.
If your children take the idiocy seriously, they grow up to be miserable sinners. And if they don't take it seriously, they grow up to be miserable cynics.
Just men and women and their children trying to make the best of the here and now, instead of living somewhere else, in some other time, some other home-made imaginary universe.
But we haven't really got there yet, we're compelled to live this way because the present is so frustrating. And it's frustrating because we've never been taught how to bridge the gap between theory and practice, between our New Year's resolutions and our actual behaviour.
The highest possible ideals, and no methods for realizing them.
Belief is the systematic taking of unanalysed words much too seriously. Paul's words, Mohammed's words, Marx's words, Hitler's words - poeple take them seriously, and what happens?
What happens is the senseless ambivalence of history - sadism versus duty, or (incomparably worse) sadism as duty; devoting counterbalanced by organized paranoia; sisters of charity selflessly tending the victims of their own church's inquisitors and crusaders.
Faith, on the contrary, can never be taken too seriously. For Faith is the empirically justified confidence in our capacity to know who in fact we are, to forget the belief-intoxicated Manichee in Good Being. Give us this day our daily Faith, but deliver us, dear God, from Belief.
We're talking about christianity in the west, excluding the last 100 years.
It was knonwn for certain that ninety-nine point nine per cent of the human race were condemned to everlasting fire. Why? Either because they'd never heard of Jesus; or, if they had, because they couldn't believe sufficiently strongly that Jesus had delivered them from the fire. And the proof that they didn't believe sufficiently strongly was the empirical, observable fact that their souls were not at peace. Perfect faith is defined as something that produces perfect peace of mind. But perfect peace of mind is something that practically nobody possesses. Therefore practically everybody is predestined to eternal punishment.
Augustine was beatean by his schoolmaster and laughed at by his parents when he complained. Luther was systematically flogged not only by his teacher and father, but even by his loving mother. The world has been paying for the scars on his buttocks ever since.
Do to your children's bottoms what was done to yours, what your Heavenly Father has been doing to the collective bottom of humanity ever since the Fall: whip, whip, whip!
Why the symbol? Because he liked his knowledge warm from the cow. Not skimmed or pasteurized or homogenized. Above all not canned in any kind of container.
The sublimest of ideas is totally diferent from the cosmic mystery it's supposed to stand for. And the beautiful sentiments connected with the sublime idea - what do they have in common with the direct experience of the mystery? Nothing whatsoever.
His ideal was pure experimental science at one end of the spectrum, and pure experimental mysticism at the other. Direct experience on every level and then clear, rational statements about those experiences.