My version of Zen

[flemmings]

Read an article a while ago that said that certain inexplicable discrepancies in some scientific something I can't follow-- echoes from deep space?-- suggest that the whole universe is nothing but a hologram. A very detailed hologram, it must be, but still just a hologram. We are an imaginary 3D image somewhere; end story.

Have decided that my inability to find The Water Flows Eastward poem confirms this theory. Whatever generates the hologram flickers and poems vanish from the book you read them in and glasses' cases vanish from the backpack you put put them in and inspectors from the Metro Property Assessment Commission (Money Grubbing Moguls) have no reality at all at all. Nor do the bills they deliver. Am tickled at science confirming what the Buddha taught. All *is* illusion ommmmmmm

Though there's room for the old limerick:

There was a faith-healer of Deal
Who said,'Although pain isn't real,
If I sit on a pin
And it punctures my skin,
I dislike what I fancy I feel.'

Comments

[ukoku.livejournal.com]

My first thought in reaction to this was amusingly Zen: what does it matter if we're holograms or not?

There are at least a couple of books about how Buddhism is the only religion that can truly coincide with science. Quantum physics is totally the same as Buddhist rhetoric (books about that, too).

Also, I read your "ommmmm" as "omnomnom". Too much internet?

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Much too much internet.

I don't understand quantum physics and I don't understand Buddhist philosophy, so it seems very likely to me that the two are compatible.