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It seems to me that Buddhism contains a lot of judgments. A right view, right speech, right livelihood...
Compare that to for example the opening of the Xinxin Ming, the famous poem by the Third Patriarch of Chan Sengcan:
The Great Way is not difficult
for those not attached to preferences.
When not attached to love or hate,
all is clear and undisguised.
Separate by the smallest amount, however,
and heaven and earth are set infinitely far apart.
How to square this with the inherently judgmental nature of the teaching?
The former, right view, right speech, right livelihood for example, are the contra to wrong view, wrong speech, wrong livelihood and both are ways of karma, of generating karma.
The latter is, in the language of the way of karma, an exposition of the cessation of karma and therefore inherently flawed by reason of its exposition in the language of the way of karma.
Physical pain indicates that there's something wrong with the body.
Psychological pain indicates that there's something wrong with us - the ego.
For it is the ego that gets hurt.
In this context, isn't pain actually a threat to the ego? If so, is pain a good thing (since ego is a bad thing)?
Do we allow the pain to destroy the ego, then?
Just thinking it out loud.
It is challenging delineating physical from psychological as they're part and parcel of the same thing - it is a reaction to stimuli.
In this sense, pain is always a 'good' thing because it alerts us to a stimuli that we may well need to react to rapidly in order to preserve a set of conditions.
The ego is a tricky one as in the way presented, it seems to be a separate identity - something that is separate from us - in this sense, it's akin to a distance / a lack of responsibility / a convenient fiction - so then how to destroy a fiction?
Thoughts come and go as passing waves - one rises and falls with them - observe this trend and maintain concentration - first stop swimming and allow yourself to relax into the rise and fall - then the analogy is to distance yourself from the results of the process as if diving below the waves - don't be fooled though, one may no longer perceive the undulations but the body of water is still the medium and still moving - this change in perception is achieved through practice and concentration as obviously there is no physical water to swim through / under - it takes time... keep at it.
A successful merchant owned a parrot who he was immensely fond of, almost as much as his three daughters.
His parrot he considered a friend such that he was placed in a gold cage at the centre of the mansion, fed the best food and lavished with kind attention.
One day the merchant was due to travel for business and as usual he asked his daughters what they wished for as gifts on his return. "Gold," replied the first, "Silver," asked the second and "Spices," from the third.
Knowing that his journey would on this occasion take him to his favoured parrot's home land, he also asked his precious friend what he would like by way of a gift.
"All I ask is that you please return to my place of birth, to the large tree where my fellow parrots live and tell them what has become of me, that I am living with you and well."
"Is that it?" asked the merchant, "I am a wealthy man and everything I have is at your disposal. Please don't hold back - I will bring back any treasure you wish for."
"This is most kind of you," replied the parrot, "but all I want is that you visit the tree and tell the parrots my news."
So the merchant went on his way and after he had concluded his business and procured the gifts for his daughters, he set off in search of the tree.
The parrot had provided sound directions and soon, the merchant found the large tree filled with parrots.
"My friends," he announced, "I am here from a land far away with news from your brother. He wishes for me to tell you that he is well and living with me at my extensive mansion. He lives in a large gold cage at the centre of the mansion and he is loved by all who visit. He is fed only the best food and the clearest water and his every little need is met day and night. He wished for me to tell you that he is well."
With that, every parrot in the tree falls to the ground, stone dead.
The merchant is perturbed and hurries home. His daughters are delighted with their gifts but his heart is heavy.
"Did you visit my home land?" asked the parrot.
"I did", the merchant replies.
"Did you find the tree?"
"Did you tell the parrots my news?"
"I did, but it didn't go as expected," said the merchant solemnly.
"How so?" enquired the parrot.
"Well, I told them that you live with me and that you're well and that your every need is met and without warning all the parrots fell to the floor dead. I was quite perturbed."
With that and much to the merchant's shock, his parrot keeled over and fell off his perch, stone dead.
Heartbroken and in dismay, the merchant removed the parrot from the cage and took him outside to bury but before he could even finish digging a hole, the parrot sprang to life and flew away to a nearby tree.
"I'm grateful to you for all your hospitality and kindness my friend but most of all for passing on the message from my brothers on how I may again be free."
With that the parrot flew away, never to be seen again.
The question was how do I answer her when she asks if I am pretending or not?
I chuckle at people's unfunny jokes and they're adults - there's no harm in playing along with kids in a game.