I am not a fool
For having stories
Fill my head
Magic
I am a fool
For blind belief
In any of them
Tragic
— A.R.
~ by April on January 2, 2014.
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Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Belief, Buddhism, Dukkha, Imagination, Impermanence, Logic, meditation, Mind, No-self, poetry, Self, Suffering, x-Buddhism
No. We must believe in at least some of the stories.
I didn’t say no belief…I said “blind” belief. I don’t mind letting myself believe as long as I am aware that is a choice I am making, that the belief could very well be proven wrong (or right) at some point, and then choose to enjoy the belief anyway. It is the “blind” part that leads me to problems. It is a subtle nuance, I know, but one that I have noticed. Thank you for reading, and for commenting.
I would also say, that for me, blind belief means potentially ignoring facts that may bear some crucial significance on the belief system. But, then again, perhaps I choose to believe to spite the facts to the contrary…I just want to be aware of THAT choice as well. 🙂