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  1. The Advantage of Evil

    I don't really know if it is easier to be good than evil. I think we are both naturally a little bit of both to varying degrees, but then based on our life choices, we can drift more on the path of truth and virtue, or the path of lies and infantile wish-fulfillment. You are correct though, it is very hard to see our flaws and negative actions. I try hard to, and still fall short quite often. Most people don't even really try to see themselves. They are on the surface, splashing around in the waves like a kid, never diving deeper into those mysterious depths -- beautiful, strange, and sometimes scary. A tragic flaw of humanity is that so many people aspire towards positive action, and yet they are blind toward the truth. They are not even looking in the right direction, and many have not even begun to open their eyes. First we must know the truth (outer truths about the world), know thyself (inner truths about our selves), and only then can we actually act to make the world a better place.
  2. The Advantage of Evil

    Yeah, what I was implying and maybe should have said was, "hitting a child for no reason." Really, hitting anyone for no reason is clearly wrong both morally and spiritually. Of course people can justify it but that doesn't make it right. Mostly people, in their hearts and their minds, know it is wrong. Evil is never necessary. For instance, killing is wrong, but killing in self-defense is a right we have both legally and biologically. Thus, something that is normally wrong can be right in given circumstances. That doesn't prove that right and wrong are up to us to define, just that what is right and wrong not only depends on the action, but the situation. I am not proposing that all opinions and scenarios have a clearly defined "right" and "wrong" -- however, there are many scenarios which do, based on the definition of "good" and "evil" that I mentioned before. When people grey the boundary between right vs. wrong, it can be easy to justify something which, to somebody with a fuller understanding of right and wrong, is clearly wrong. Evil does not "get things done quickly." Perseverance, prudence, focus, and good work-ethic do. Both good and fucked up people have those qualities. "If evil make the hard unpopular decisions" - That only depends if the decision is an overall good. If a bunch of people call a person evil, that doesn't necessarily make them evil, but it might depending on the circumstances. "Good intentions can wreck havoc" - While that is true, I could say that bad intentions and actions can ultimately bring about good things. Does that make them "good?" No. Actions are right or wrong irrelevant to the consequences. Generally, if you do good things, good things will happen to you. However, like I said before, it is not just the action, but the situation, too, that makes something right or wrong. Bad things do happen to good people, but generally more bad things happen to bad people than good people. Karma exists, but good luck understanding how it works!
  3. The Advantage of Evil

    For those who wonder: is there an objective difference between good and evil, or, can anybody provide an objective definition for "evil?" ... I have heard a good explanation/answer. In my opinion it is very clear, simple, and agreeable: Good is that which benefits life and brings more freedom. Evil is that which harms or destroys life and takes away freedom. Of course there is some subjectivity to certain things being "good" or "bad." There are customs, taboos, etc., that vary from culture-to-culture. And yet, most people around the world would agree that doing something like hitting a child, enslaving someone, etc. are wrong. People who disagree with that would be considered psychopathic or mentally sick, and rightly so.
  4. The Advantage of Evil

    Sorry double post. (please delete.)
  5. The Advantage of Evil

    I tripleposted this. whoops!
  6. Aromatherapy & Essential oils

    Hi there fellow bums, Lately, I've been experimenting with essential oils and a diffuser I recently purchased. I have been having really good results so far. The oils I've tried: - Peppermint - Lemongrass - Tea Tree - Eucalyptus - Lavender - Orange - Pine - Cedarwood - Ylang Ylang ------- I've heard of aromatherapy for a while now, but I never realized how powerful these "smell baths" could be. Of course it works though, because fragrances have a powerful effect on our mood and consciousness. Who doesn't love wandering in the woods and experiencing all the wonderful scents of cedar, pine, etc., the smell of flowers, the smell of the atmosphere during the rain? Just like herbal medicine can have a powerful effect on our health and well-being, I think aromatherapy does it too. I would say it is a bit more subtle though, since eating/drinking plants and herbs obviously gives us all the nutrients and plant-based chemistry, but inhaling the fragrances inevitably triggers a similar, but less extreme, more subtle, process. Highly recommended though! If you have a lot of energy or anxiety, try something like peppermint or lavender, as they can be relaxing. If you need something more stimulating try tea tree, pine, or even ylang ylang. Any other bums have experiences with smell-based medicine?
  7. TaoMeow on Coffee

    I recently got some coffee from Tanzania- called "Peaberry Ruvuma." It is really nice! Creamy, rich, and earthy. Dunno if it has anything to do with the "peaberry" type of bean. I never heard of that before. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peaberry I think coffee from Africa is my favorite. Ethiopian, in particular, has that slightly blueberry taste which surprisingly goes great with the rest of the coffee flavors. My speculations would suggest that since coffee originates from Africa, that the plants might be better adapted to the climate and soil there. Of course, I also had really great coffee from other places, and the fresh stuff when I travelled in Guatemala was hard to beat! Very nice chocolate taste (cacao is from there, anyway).
  8. What path of Buddhism is best for beginners?

    There are the "Three Treasures" of the Buddha, the Dharma, and the Sangha. Buddha nature is the truth of the individual, Dharma is the nature of the cosmic law, and Sangha is the community. Although the flavor of the "sangha" will vary depending if you do a Zen Buddhist retreat (Mahayana), a Vipassana retreat (Theravada), or study Tibetan Buddhism (Vajrayana) -- I think the best is approach is do whatever you can. Experiment. I've done Vipassana retreats, studied at Zen Buddhist temples, and a bit of study/meditation at a Tibetan center in North India. They all taught me a lot, and exposed me to good meditation practices and tips. Mostly, just being in a community with real people is important. The Dao Bums and books are great, but having peers and teachers on the path that are physically meditating with you, is a really special experience. I've done some "Meditation Groups" that were mostly novice practitioners, but it was still great experiences. It is important to have some guides though. I never had one specific teacher, but different monks or experienced practitioners giving tips and feedback. I'd love to have a committed teacher one day, but anything is better than nothing. Eventually, you will want to "dive deep" into a particular practice, but that would be best after some experimentation.
  9. Where do negative thoughts come from.

    The Asshole Chakra.
  10. What are you listening to?

    This kind of stuff melts my mind... even when I am sober.
  11. What are you listening to?

    Really enjoying this track lately:
  12. Paintings with a Wow Factor

    It is like a combination of cubism and "watching paint dry." I like it just because it is probably a good conversation starter.
  13. Paintings with a Wow Factor

    by Vladimir Kush
  14. mystical poetry thread

    Maybe more of a short prose than poetry, but very poetic: The City of the Dead by Khalil Gibran Yesterday I drew myself from the noisome throngs and proceeded into the field until I reached a knoll upon which Nature had spread her comely garments. Now I could breathe. I looked back, and the city appeared with its magnificent mosques and stately residences veiled by the smoke of the shops. I commenced analyzing man's mission, but could conclude only that most of his life was identified with struggle and hardship. Then I tried not to ponder over what the sons of Adam had done, and centered my eyes on the field which is the throne of God's glory. In one secluded corner of the field I observed a burying ground surrounded by poplar trees. There, between the city of the dead and the city of the living, I meditated. I thought of the eternal silence in the first and the endless sorrow in the second. In the city of the living I found hope and despair; love and hatred, joy and sorrow, wealth and poverty, faith and infidelity. In the city of the dead there is buried earth in earth that Nature converts, in the night's silence, into vegetation, and then into animal, and then into man. As my mind wandered in this fashion, I saw a procession moving slowly and reverently, accompanied by pieces of music that filled the sky with sad melody. It was an elaborate funeral. The dead was followed by the living who wept and lamented his going. As the cortege reached the place of interment the priests commenced praying and burning incense, and musicians blowing and plucking their instruments, mourning the departed. Then the leaders came forward one after the other and recited their eulogies with fine choice of words. At last the multitude departed, leaving the dead resting in a most spacious and beautiful vault, expertly designed in stone and iron, and surrounded by the most expensively-entwined wreaths of flowers. The farewell-bidders returned to the city and I remained, watching them from a distance and speaking softly to myself while the sun was descending to the horizon and Nature was making her many preparations for slumber. Then I saw two men laboring under the weight of a wooden casket, and behind them a shabby-appearing woman carrying an infant on her arms. Following last was a dog who, with heartbreaking eyes, stared first at the woman and then at the casket. It was a poor funeral. This guest of Death left to cold society a miserable wife and an infant to share her sorrows and a faithful dog whose heart knew of his companion's departure. As they reached the burial place they deposited the casket into a ditch away from the tended shrubs and marble stones, and retreated after a few simple words to God. The dog made one last turn to look at his friend's grave as the small group disappeared behind the trees. I looked at the city of the living and said to myself, "That place belongs to the few." Then I looked upon the trim city of the dead and said, "That place, too, belongs to the few. Oh Lord, where is the haven of all the people?" As I said this, I looked toward the clouds, mingled with the sun's longest and most beautiful golden rays. And I heard a voice within me saying, "Over there!"