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At the monastery I frequent, years ago one of the American Buddhist monks, who had spent most of his monk’s life wandering Asia, had a photo scrapbook he dubbed ‘The Buddhist Playboy.” It was photos of decaying corpses used for those up for that form of meditation mentioned in the Pali canon. I never quite had the stomach to gaze at the album.
But I have long wrestled with the tumble-down-the-rabbit-hole of lustfulness, especially with one’s darkest deepest fantasies just 2-3 mouse clicks away. I find myself wrestling again with my old traveling companion, Lusty. And short of finding a charnel ground or tracking down that Buddhist Playboy, I’d welcome how others keep Lusty at bay. I recently encountered on a more wholesome web search, kusozu, Japanese watercolor paintings that graphically depict human decomposition, which were popular between the 13th and 19th centuries. I maybe should put those watercolors on speed-dial (or speed-click). 🙏