--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, TurquoiseB <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > > > Being forgotten. > > It fears oblivion. > > IMO, it's not even that the self fears death > itself. Most selves have caught a clue and have > realized that they're gonna die, and have come > to some sense of comfort with that fact. But > what the self fears is that it'll be completely > forgotten when it dies, as if its life had made > no difference whatsoever to the other lives it > touched. It's afraid that *when* it dies, the > following conversation is going to take place: > > "Hey, didja hear that such-and-such-self died?" > "Who? How's about them Red Sox, eh? Didn't they > just kick ass in the game last night?" > > And it will. > > The self aspires to be Ozymandius, King Of Kings. > It wants those selves left behind to gaze upon > its works and despair. Or applaud. Whatever. But > it really, really, really, *really* wants to be > remembered, paid attention to. Because as long > as it can get others to pay attention to it, the > self can convince itself that it exists. > > The thing is, it doesn't exist. > > Sit to meditate and forget the self, and there > is only Self. > > Die, drop this silly bunch of muscles and sinew > and bones and brain cells, and there is only Self. > > The thing that the self fears most is being > forgotten. And strangely enough, one cannot begin > to truly appreciate the Self until one forgets the > self. > > The more that the self tries to be remembered, to > establish itself as important, memorable, someone > who "made a difference," a hero, someone who worked > with the "highest teacher," a serious spiritual > seeker, a warrior who fought against untruth and > injustice -- WHATEVER the fantasy that the self > has concocted in an attempt to gain attention and > drive away the fear that no one will pay attention > to it and thus confirm its existence -- it will die, > and it will be forgotten. > > Beat the motherfucker to the punch. Sit to meditate > and forget the self before all the other selves around > you have a chance to. Let the self fade away and > laugh as it goes. And then, when someone reacts to > the death of the self with a hearty, "Who?," it'll > be the Self laughing. How's about them Red Sox, eh?
What's interesting about this post is that Barry appears, out of all the main posters on this forum, to have the biggest ego of all of them. He celebrates his ego [self] in his posts - and appears to have all of the skills required to hide the terrors of non-existence he describes. The bigger they are, the harder they fall.
