Buddha said: “I consider the positions of kings and rulers as that of dust motes. I observe treasures of gold and gems as so many bricks and pebbles. I look upon the finest silken robes as tattered rags. I see myriad worlds of the universe as small seeds of fruit, and the greatest lake in India as a drop of oil on my foot. I perceive the teachings of the world to be the illusion of magicians. I discern the highest conception of emancipation as a golden brocade in a dream, and view the holy path of the illuminated ones as flowers appearing in one’s eyes. I see meditation as a pillar of a mountain, Nirvana as a nightmare of daytime. I look upon the judgment of right and wrong as the serpentine dance of a dragon, and the rise and fall of beliefs as but traces left by the four seasons.
In my ongoing struggle to create a better life for my children I find solace in these words, in that the pursuit of excess is fruitless and, if this pursuit is successful, the attainments are ultimately painful illusions.
Time has worn me down and I’m not interested in sensual experience anymore. My work is to teach my children to not buy into the garbage fed to them by a greedy and deluded culture of adherence to meaningless and often arcane rules.