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Chief Poison Fever's Lover

There is a children's story by Kenji Miyazawa called.

There are prohibited fishing laws in the town where the chief was assigned. One of them is poisonous fir, and it is a method of catching fish that has floated by soaking toxic medicine made from naturally derived materials in a river, etc. The chief is cracking down on the townspeople and pretends that he has completed his duties, but one day, a town child sees him secretly trading toxic materials. The adults in the town crowd up to the chief to confirm the truth or falsehood. The chief was outraged and promised to catch the culprit for honor. However, when asked if this is true for everyone, they say that there is proper evidence, stick their faces out in front of the town mayor, and tell them:

“Actually, I'm the poisonous one, right?”

Thus, the chief was put on a rope, and the death penalty was confirmed. Then, when it was finally time for the execution, he laughed and said:

“Oh, that was fun! I love Poison Pomi! Maybe I'll do it in hell next time”

Everyone was totally impressed. that's it.

It's a story called, but it's common for everyone to say “I know, but I can't stop it ~ Ahore~ Swiss Sui~ ♪” I think the reason for this is due to the sadness of not being able to see oneself objectively, but even if I can see, I suffer as long as my fundamental desires are not satisfied.

Isn't that fundamental desire “the meaning of life”? That is what is missing in the first place, so they do strange things, and their lives change depending on how they perceive this. The person who made up the reason as an afterthought, the person who asked about Dogen Zenji without going either way, and the person who lost time to think by getting carried away with something. There are a lot of things. You are free to choose whichever one you choose, and because of that, they love people, hurt people, and are jealous and hate, turning seven upside down. Using it as food, they made things, sang, and somehow survived by composing poems about an endless life, and this time it becomes food to comfort others.

What matters is whether or not you can take on the challenge with determination. No matter what anyone says, no matter what the boy scolds them, they say, “Oh, that was interesting! Next time in hell!” If you could say I'm hungry, that's fine.

They say “wise people learn from history, and fools learn from experience,” but we are overwhelmingly fools. There is no choice but to learn from experience. Important things don't go smoothly, and they aren't easily conveyed. So don't get mad at the monk. Everyone appreciates the advice, but I think it's counterproductive if we don't show an equal attitude.

※If there aren't enough words, I'll add more later.

4 Zen Responses

I like this story too.

 I watched this story in my 100 minute masterpiece, and it was very interesting when I actually read it. I felt like all my suffering was over. This story shows that the world is not made of right or wrong. Isn't the theme “as is”? I feel that Kenji Miyazawa makes a lot of Buddhist stories.
There isn't anyone who decides whether they're wise or stupid, but isn't the above proverb saying the same thing? And I don't think either one is good or bad.
Why don't you live a way of life that doesn't focus too much on right and wrong, and doesn't create evil?

huh?

I thought this was a question that didn't make sense, and when I looked at past questions and answers, I think you have all the answers.

The first question says, “It's painful because I've had doubts since I was a kid.”
Greed, greed, insanity, “doubt,” arrogance, and bad opinion are the six major afflictions. Worry is the cause of suffering that makes you strangle yourself. You had answers right from the start.

But the second question, “I feel it's dangerous if we don't have proper doubts about human society.” Even though I know it's painful, I doubt even that feeling and suffer.
Of course, doubt is necessary in social life. There are scams, cults, toxic men, toxic women. But it's hard to live when you think about 100 or 0 doubts...

Then, in the fourth question, “I was shocked to hear that a young monk was backstabbed and beaten to death by a careful young man. While saying, “So much so that I flashed back,” this time the chief. As far as I can see from the question, that chief is definitely that young man, right? Which one are you after all? That's the story.
The reason why you get lost in that way is because you doubt not only the monk but yourself.

And since I'm aware that I doubt monks, I'm afraid they'll get scolded... In the previous question, I didn't understand at all where the elements of monks get hurt after all. Recently, I got mad at the wife at a temple, but there was no element of getting angry at you, and as far as I could see, none of the other monks seemed angry. After all, it is also a sense of doubt that comes from being wary.

If you don't feel comfortable, you should definitely stop asking questions in the order in which you were wondering.
Even mathematics doesn't become a thing at all unless you do the arithmetic of the four rules first, then do elementary school math, do middle school math, high school... etc.
Buddhism is the same. Even when people who aren't familiar with the Four Laws of Arithmetic suddenly repeat questions like doing calculus, my mind gets lost more and more.
It would be foolish if you don't regularly go to places like zazen or Dharma at a temple and leave them to the Buddhist, sectarian, and monk's own procedures and stack them up in an orderly manner.

If you don't take the plunge and take action to break up with the worries of doubt, even if you ask tens of thousands of questions and answers, it will all just become a vicious cycle. Aren't you tired of living like that? It's okay to be tired. I'm tired, so I want to stop the spiral of doubt... that's fine.

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I'm sorry I made up my mind. Excuse me

Can you objectively love your obsessions?

Human nature is a creature that loves obsession (swans). Buddhism recommends freedom from obsession, but it is an extremely theoretical story that if you are trapped in an obsession, you will not be able to make rational decisions, and you will suffer a lot as a result. As long as you don't cause trouble to people, drowning in obsession and dying is probably your true intention.
In the case of “poison fir,” it's causing trouble to the community, isn't it? People caught up in obsession are harmful to social life because they have no flexibility (tolerance) in their thoughts. Like a power-harassed boss. I often see it in political situations, such as the Trump phenomenon. Incidentally, religions that are attached to dogma are called cults.
If you completely get rid of your obsession, you'll be able to become a god with an equal bird's-eye view of everything, but surely you won't be able to understand all of love and the value of life (psychopath), so it's nonsense about human status (Buddha is also a person after all).
However, there is a big difference between a state where one blindly believes that it is the absolute truth and excludes others, and a state where one loves while objectively viewing it as one of the many obsessions in the world. You can also confirm that you are not bothering others, and above all, the possibility of finding a more enjoyable obsession with self-interest expands.
Buddhism doesn't preach that you should live by pushing yourself to death for good deeds. As an extremely rational way of life, they explain that if you take a bird's-eye view of obsession, you can live a more enjoyable life (as a result, it also becomes a good act).
Certainly, “intelligence” is necessary to take a bird's-eye view of things. A short-sighted fool cannot see distant history; he can only see the experiences of his feet. However, a fool can easily become a wise man if he has the will to question even the slightest bit of his obsession. I don't have an educational background or anything.

Actually, I'm the “chief” myself

 This is the first time I've heard the story of Poison Fir. It makes me think a lot. Certainly, I myself (figuratively) may be getting poisoned while saying “toxic firs are useless.”

In Buddhism, there is a teaching called “colleague,” which means thinking from the other person's point of view.
As you said, I thought we monks should put ourselves in the other person's shoes and call out to them hoping for their happiness. I'm sorry for the responses I felt were not equal.