I’m not a Buddhist scholar. I’ve read books, but I’ve retained little, and integrated less. I’m a sporadic meditator at best, and have attended maybe three Buddhist services. Nonetheless, I think a lot about the Buddha, and Buddhahood. What would it mean for a person to fully shuck the concept of self? Identity?
It’s totally strange to me that I care to think about the Buddha at all. I never took to Christ in the least. Maybe it’s because I was brought up in Southern Baptist territory, or because I’ve seen Christ used to sew fear among the masses enough times that I can’t visualize the dude without a dingy red Confederate baseball cap. Personal issues aside, Jesus is presented, for the most part, as a compassionate, relatively chill mystic. But like any enduring popular character, he makes some baffling decisions—like rebuking a fig tree for not bearing fruit out of season, and subsequently murdering the insubordinate tree with his veiny Christic prayer-power.… Read the rest