I had to ask myself, while sitting here at Apt. #4, facing east, in the afternoon, just what is this blog for? What purpose does it fulfill, for me or anyone else? Anyone else out there, reading this, might assume I have something important to say, so I want to provide a disclaimer toute suite.
Disclaimer: I have nothing important to add to the abundance of thoughts and words out there in webland, so if that is what anyone is looking for, Pagoda's Gong will be of no aid to those seeking enlightenment and wisdom. Not that the pursuits are a bad thing. Or a good thing. It's just that Pagoda's Gong will provide no answers and raise only the most tertiary of questions, so if irrefutable answers or big questions are what anyone is looking for, this is the wrong place. If anyone out there is looking for political, social, or economic debate, Pagoda's Gong is far away from those arenas.
Pagoda's Gong is in a garden. It is the only noise allowed here. But words are allowed. I guess what I am trying to say is that if you are interested in the world, and what goes on outside the garden, then this blog will be no use, dear reader, at all.
Whoa. Anyone who doesn't like the noiselessness might leave. Well, here's some info for those who stay. I'll try to find a bench for you in the meantime.
I suppose I could presuppose some questions that my presupposed readership might ask. Okay, this is basic stuff. You know, first blog stuff.
What is Pagoda's Gong?
Pagoda's Gong is simply the chime that wakes me up from sleep. It is called Pagoda's Gong because a man named Pagoda gave it to me. What a nice guy! I think if everyone woke up to the sound of a chime or gong, we would be a much happier species (note how the above disclaimer allows room for speculation - there will be plenty of that here).
Why is Pagoda's Gong here today, whereas yesterday it was not?
Good question. Perhaps a little too esoteric for the first posting. The truth is, it doesn't really matter why. Here it is now, and I suppose the world will deal with it just fine. As for me, Pagoda convinced me a long time ago that the happiness of all beings is the only real thing of importance. Crazy, I know, and at the time when he first raised the idea, I was whiny and skeptical.
"But what if you're unhappy, and you don't want to wait?" This is what I said.
"You are happiness itself, and you've nothing to wait for. This is the reality," is what Pagoda said in response.
You may argue, and with good reason, that the above statement interferes with the integrity of the aforementioned disclaimer. I want to say in pre-emptive rebuttal that while I will make an attempt to be fully accountable for the words I use, I am responsible for nothing Pagoda says. Anything you learn from him will be entirely your own fault.
Anyway, the conversation we had eventually led me to seriously consider the ancient question that has been bugging materialists for ages.
"Am I happy?"
Ugh. I feel intolerable just typing it. Just asking the question is admitting that I'm not. True, it would be much better to say, "I am happiness", something Pagoda says, or says he says, but I guess I would just feel unsure about the whole thing.
It's ironic. I would very much like to be the source of happiness for all beings, right? Wouldn't you? I mean, my sense of self-importance hasn't waned that much since birth. I would love to make everyone happy, to have the whole universe utterly in love with me, to be the source of happiness itself.
"But that's already true!" Pagoda says. "You have to realize it."
*sigh* I just don't feel it. Well, maybe sometimes. I really don't know.
Hence the disclaimer.
And why suddenly there's another blog in webland.
- D. Sent
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