Ripped Jeans and White Robes
Ripped Jeans
and silk-screened shirts
Do just fine
to heal the hurt.
You're going from soft water
to sharp ice in seconds
But flash freezing your loyalty
Will only get you so far
and last so long.
Given enough time, you'll melt again
But damn, if you could only see how fast you turned
To pierce your friend.
So, yeah, my jeans have a new hole in the knee
But it's just a sign that they're familiar.
I've owned these pants for so much time, I'm surprised
it took them so long
to wear down.
We better patch it up
before I skin my knee--
You'll have to try harder than that to get my blood,
It runs a deep, strong red
And we wouldn't want to stain your beloved white robes, now,
would we?
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Reflections, some spoken word, a bit of shameless humor, a pinch of poetry and a dash of Zen.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Ripped Jeans and White Robes
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Monday, December 26, 2011
Open Mic
So, let's hear it.
This is an open mic.
I want you to tell me everything.
I want you to tell me about that one girl at work who slows everyone else down,
About that promotion you just can't seem to get,
About how no matter how hard you study, you can't get higher than a C
About the pretentious book you just finished reading.
I want you to tell me about the last time you even read a book,
Or the last time you fished
Or fought
Or fucked
Or, better yet, had sex
Or, even better yet, made love
Or made music with a stranger
Or made conversation with a stranger
Or made eye contact with a stranger
Or made eye contact even stranger.
I want you to tell me about your favorite X-Man.
I want to hear about the 3 chords you know how to play on a Piano.
Tell me about your favorite Bible passage,
Or the best place to get a burger around here.
I want you to tell me that you're a Werewolf.
And I want to hear you howl, because this is an open mic.
I haven't been able to scratch down a single word with this ballpoint pen
In the past two months, and you know why?
People haven't been talking.
Well, they've been talking...
But they never say anything.
I want you to say something.
So, let's hear it.
This is an open mic.
Just let me hear it.
Let us all hear it.
I haven't posted anything in a long time because of the holiday season, and I'm sorry about that. There's some spoken word poetry to cheer you up, maybe.
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This is an open mic.
I want you to tell me everything.
I want you to tell me about that one girl at work who slows everyone else down,
About that promotion you just can't seem to get,
About how no matter how hard you study, you can't get higher than a C
About the pretentious book you just finished reading.
I want you to tell me about the last time you even read a book,
Or the last time you fished
Or fought
Or fucked
Or, better yet, had sex
Or, even better yet, made love
Or made music with a stranger
Or made conversation with a stranger
Or made eye contact with a stranger
Or made eye contact even stranger.
I want you to tell me about your favorite X-Man.
I want to hear about the 3 chords you know how to play on a Piano.
Tell me about your favorite Bible passage,
Or the best place to get a burger around here.
I want you to tell me that you're a Werewolf.
And I want to hear you howl, because this is an open mic.
I haven't been able to scratch down a single word with this ballpoint pen
In the past two months, and you know why?
People haven't been talking.
Well, they've been talking...
But they never say anything.
I want you to say something.
So, let's hear it.
This is an open mic.
Just let me hear it.
Let us all hear it.
I haven't posted anything in a long time because of the holiday season, and I'm sorry about that. There's some spoken word poetry to cheer you up, maybe.
If you like my writing, you can join the site to the right of the page, like Speaking with Storms on Facebook or follow me on Twitter and Google+ . If you have questions or just want to chat, I'm on Formspring too!
Thanks for reading. Stay human, my friends.
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Monday, December 5, 2011
A Sort of Homecoming
It's 23:23 of December 5th, a Monday night. I'm tweaking out hardcore from drinking my very first Monster energy drink, and it is without doubt the most disgusting thing that has ever putrefied my tongue ever ever. I'm drinking this terrible sludge because I need to pull an all-nighter in order to finish my work on time, which is fine, it's just that I've never done that before.
I realize I haven't written anything in over 3 weeks, which is my longest unannounced hiatus ever. This is bad for a number of reasons.
First and foremost, I got a girlfriend. Weird, I know-- I didn't think I had it in me, either. Technically, she started it all and initiated the relationship. She's a short one, with beautiful, long, curly black hair and mad curves with a smile that sneaks up on you and steals your attention away. She asked me out for coffee one night, and after a follow-up date to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant, I knew I needed to stay after her.
Second, my penultimate semester at my community college is slowly (and stressfully) coming to a close. I had a hold on my student account because some joker who worked in the library missed checking in ONE of my returned DVDs, and so it was counted as late and I was duly penalized. So, I got that figured out. After that, I needed a book for one of my finals, and it only arrived 3 days AFTER THE FINAL WAS DUE. Baaaaahhhhghghgh!!! So, needless to say, I've been kind of Hulking out the past few days.
Third, I'm working a lot. Too much, in fact. I'm beginning to smell like bread all of the time. Delicious, yet distracting. It's getting kind of exhausting, but the people are great, so it's no big deal. I've made two fast friends and I look forward to continuing working with them.
Fourth, I'm starting to return back to my roots in Eastern thought, which is proving to be a welcome comfort as the vice of the end of the year closes around my scrotum. I'm making more time to meditate, drink green tea, and study the Dao as well as learn a bit about Reform Judaism (which is best Judaism in my opinion) and a bit about the freedom (yet social inequalities) of Hinduism, just for funsies.
Fifth and finally, I'm beginning to realize who my true friends really are. I've been going through a handful of hardships, and the ones who have been there to clap their hands on my shoulder have been proving a wonderful source of strength, so to all of those who have seen me at my angriest, my most distraught, my most off-course, my most un-Dao, thank you for sticking with me.
That's all for now-- Time for me to get started on the second half of my all-nighter.
I realize I haven't written anything in over 3 weeks, which is my longest unannounced hiatus ever. This is bad for a number of reasons.
- I am going to be a writer for a career. That means I need to write as much as possible.
- I use writing to unwind and decompress-- I haven't been able to do that for the past 3 weeks.
- I got my 6,000th view and WASN'T THERE TO SEE IT.
- You all want to know everything about me! Right? .... Right?
First and foremost, I got a girlfriend. Weird, I know-- I didn't think I had it in me, either. Technically, she started it all and initiated the relationship. She's a short one, with beautiful, long, curly black hair and mad curves with a smile that sneaks up on you and steals your attention away. She asked me out for coffee one night, and after a follow-up date to my favorite Vietnamese restaurant, I knew I needed to stay after her.
Second, my penultimate semester at my community college is slowly (and stressfully) coming to a close. I had a hold on my student account because some joker who worked in the library missed checking in ONE of my returned DVDs, and so it was counted as late and I was duly penalized. So, I got that figured out. After that, I needed a book for one of my finals, and it only arrived 3 days AFTER THE FINAL WAS DUE. Baaaaahhhhghghgh!!! So, needless to say, I've been kind of Hulking out the past few days.
Third, I'm working a lot. Too much, in fact. I'm beginning to smell like bread all of the time. Delicious, yet distracting. It's getting kind of exhausting, but the people are great, so it's no big deal. I've made two fast friends and I look forward to continuing working with them.
Fourth, I'm starting to return back to my roots in Eastern thought, which is proving to be a welcome comfort as the vice of the end of the year closes around my scrotum. I'm making more time to meditate, drink green tea, and study the Dao as well as learn a bit about Reform Judaism (which is best Judaism in my opinion) and a bit about the freedom (yet social inequalities) of Hinduism, just for funsies.
Fifth and finally, I'm beginning to realize who my true friends really are. I've been going through a handful of hardships, and the ones who have been there to clap their hands on my shoulder have been proving a wonderful source of strength, so to all of those who have seen me at my angriest, my most distraught, my most off-course, my most un-Dao, thank you for sticking with me.
That's all for now-- Time for me to get started on the second half of my all-nighter.
If you like my writing, you can join the site to the right of the page, like Speaking with Storms on Facebook or follow me on Twitter and Google+ . If you have questions or just want to chat, I'm on Formspring too!
Thanks for reading. Stay human, my friends.
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Thursday, November 17, 2011
A Brief Overview of Arcane Magic
In the novel I am writing, there is a lot of mention of different forms of Magic. For funsies, I'm going to show you how much work I've put into it!
The Arcana is the most commonly known form of magic, and Magi (Male Magister or Mage, female Magistrix or Mage) , Wizards, Sorcerers, Binders, and other Arcanists are heavily trained in the proper, responsible usage of the Arcane.
Arcane magic draws its power from a specific kind of energy called Ley, that envelops and penetrates all things. When the Ley energy is drawn into the individual and stored there, it is then referred to as "mana". The amount of mana one can store can be increased through rigorous mental training and intense focus.
The Ley is everywhere, but certain areas contain a higher concentration than others. These create"Ley lines" that crawl all over, through, above, and below the terrain, ocean, and air of the world that pulse with intense amounts of energy, quite similar to blood vessels of an animal. Indeed, through the eyes of the Arcanist, the world is a living thing because of the Ley.
The Ley governs many, if not all, of the natural world's laws, including (but not limited to) gravity, time progression, color perception, and heat. For this express reason, because Magic bends (but not breaks) the laws of physics, it is VERY risky to cast arcane magic around a Ley line.
Contrary to popular belief, very few people are completely incapable of learning to perform Arcane magic. Although it is more than uttering a few words and waving your hands around, simple spells can be learned by just about anyone, given enough time (and, of course, access to the information). The average spellwork requires a spoken component, a magic Circle, and in some cases certain hand gestures.
Arcane Magic can be divided into 7 separate Classes of magic.
-Etymology
Etymology is the study of the phenomenon of Language. Equal parts spellwork, linguistics, and philosophy, Etymology examines how bindings can be made between certain words or phrases and energy in order to construct a spell. Etymology is the most convoluted and complex of all the Classes.
-Illusion
The sudden fog rolling in, the black cat that just crossed your path twice, the wall your hand passes through... All are the work of the Illusionist. Illusion seeks to trick the senses in any way possible. This said, it's also the most fragile Class of the arcane because as soon as the subject realizes that a certain item of spellery is Illusion magic, it begins to fall apart quickly. However, the more skilled an Illusionist (and the weaker the mind of his target), the more unlikely it is.
-Biomancy
The most mysterious and, without doubt, most controversial Class of magic, Biomancy is the manipulation of mysterious Life energy, called "Qi" or "Chakra" by some. Skilled Biomancers can pull life from an ancient, thriving tree and transfer all of that life energy into small saplings to ensure healthy growth, into himself to heal wounds and cure disease, or even into dead animals to rewind the mortal coil. Biomancy requires a source AND a destination-- One cannot simply kill (using Biomancy) without giving life to something else. It is a very live question and the subject of many debates whether or not Life energy is completely separate and independent from mana.
-Sealing
Sealing magic involves binding certain aspects of an object or target and making it so that if any of those aspects try to change, it is considerably more difficult. For example, am exceptionally skilled Sealer could bind a lake in winter so that it doesn't thaw and melt come Spring, or even partway into Summer. Because such magic bends the Ley into pretzels, the more complex a Seal is, the more mana must be spent and the less time said Seal will last. In addition, Sealing is also heavily regulated, partially because it's the most familiar Class to non-Arcanists as many Sealers make livings binding Candles that don't melt, axes that don't dull for some time, and in extreme cases, they handle what could be perceived by the common man as "demonic possession".
-Transmutation
Transmutation is the most difficult of all Classes because it seeks to change the base nature of an item into something else. Not just magic, but also a science (and in some hands, an art), Transmuters are able to change pencil graphite into diamond, but also to forge an entire weapon out of a stone floor they sit on. Transmutation is often used as an art form, because the skilled Transmuter can sculpt whatever material they want into whatever shape they want, within reason.
-Warding
Though by definition it means to protect, any spell that enchants, ensnares, or shields is Warding. Certain Warders may learn to fend off Illusions, others may grant a weapon an unnaturally keen edge, and still others may set traps of certain viciousness forseen by few. Warding is the most practical form of manipulation of Mana because it seeks to infuse the mundane with the Arcane.
-Evocation
Some faerie tales speak of Arcanists able to breathe fire, call down Lightning, freeze a lake so cleanly it reflects as a mirror, and even screech like banshees. All of those tales are true-- At least in theory. They refer to Evocation, which is manipulation of raw energy to a form that comes most naturally to Ley energy: Natural disasters, phenomena of weather and elemental forces. Because the Ley pours energy into such things without being manipulated by the hands of arcanists, Evocation is either the cleanest or the messiest spells you can learn to cast. Because this Class has the capacity for the most destruction, Evokers have much lower life expectancies than other Arcanists.
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The Arcana is the most commonly known form of magic, and Magi (Male Magister or Mage, female Magistrix or Mage) , Wizards, Sorcerers, Binders, and other Arcanists are heavily trained in the proper, responsible usage of the Arcane.
Arcane magic draws its power from a specific kind of energy called Ley, that envelops and penetrates all things. When the Ley energy is drawn into the individual and stored there, it is then referred to as "mana". The amount of mana one can store can be increased through rigorous mental training and intense focus.
The Ley is everywhere, but certain areas contain a higher concentration than others. These create"Ley lines" that crawl all over, through, above, and below the terrain, ocean, and air of the world that pulse with intense amounts of energy, quite similar to blood vessels of an animal. Indeed, through the eyes of the Arcanist, the world is a living thing because of the Ley.
The Ley governs many, if not all, of the natural world's laws, including (but not limited to) gravity, time progression, color perception, and heat. For this express reason, because Magic bends (but not breaks) the laws of physics, it is VERY risky to cast arcane magic around a Ley line.
Contrary to popular belief, very few people are completely incapable of learning to perform Arcane magic. Although it is more than uttering a few words and waving your hands around, simple spells can be learned by just about anyone, given enough time (and, of course, access to the information). The average spellwork requires a spoken component, a magic Circle, and in some cases certain hand gestures.
Arcane Magic can be divided into 7 separate Classes of magic.
-Etymology
Etymology is the study of the phenomenon of Language. Equal parts spellwork, linguistics, and philosophy, Etymology examines how bindings can be made between certain words or phrases and energy in order to construct a spell. Etymology is the most convoluted and complex of all the Classes.
-Illusion
The sudden fog rolling in, the black cat that just crossed your path twice, the wall your hand passes through... All are the work of the Illusionist. Illusion seeks to trick the senses in any way possible. This said, it's also the most fragile Class of the arcane because as soon as the subject realizes that a certain item of spellery is Illusion magic, it begins to fall apart quickly. However, the more skilled an Illusionist (and the weaker the mind of his target), the more unlikely it is.
-Biomancy
The most mysterious and, without doubt, most controversial Class of magic, Biomancy is the manipulation of mysterious Life energy, called "Qi" or "Chakra" by some. Skilled Biomancers can pull life from an ancient, thriving tree and transfer all of that life energy into small saplings to ensure healthy growth, into himself to heal wounds and cure disease, or even into dead animals to rewind the mortal coil. Biomancy requires a source AND a destination-- One cannot simply kill (using Biomancy) without giving life to something else. It is a very live question and the subject of many debates whether or not Life energy is completely separate and independent from mana.
-Sealing
Sealing magic involves binding certain aspects of an object or target and making it so that if any of those aspects try to change, it is considerably more difficult. For example, am exceptionally skilled Sealer could bind a lake in winter so that it doesn't thaw and melt come Spring, or even partway into Summer. Because such magic bends the Ley into pretzels, the more complex a Seal is, the more mana must be spent and the less time said Seal will last. In addition, Sealing is also heavily regulated, partially because it's the most familiar Class to non-Arcanists as many Sealers make livings binding Candles that don't melt, axes that don't dull for some time, and in extreme cases, they handle what could be perceived by the common man as "demonic possession".
-Transmutation
Transmutation is the most difficult of all Classes because it seeks to change the base nature of an item into something else. Not just magic, but also a science (and in some hands, an art), Transmuters are able to change pencil graphite into diamond, but also to forge an entire weapon out of a stone floor they sit on. Transmutation is often used as an art form, because the skilled Transmuter can sculpt whatever material they want into whatever shape they want, within reason.
-Warding
Though by definition it means to protect, any spell that enchants, ensnares, or shields is Warding. Certain Warders may learn to fend off Illusions, others may grant a weapon an unnaturally keen edge, and still others may set traps of certain viciousness forseen by few. Warding is the most practical form of manipulation of Mana because it seeks to infuse the mundane with the Arcane.
-Evocation
Some faerie tales speak of Arcanists able to breathe fire, call down Lightning, freeze a lake so cleanly it reflects as a mirror, and even screech like banshees. All of those tales are true-- At least in theory. They refer to Evocation, which is manipulation of raw energy to a form that comes most naturally to Ley energy: Natural disasters, phenomena of weather and elemental forces. Because the Ley pours energy into such things without being manipulated by the hands of arcanists, Evocation is either the cleanest or the messiest spells you can learn to cast. Because this Class has the capacity for the most destruction, Evokers have much lower life expectancies than other Arcanists.
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Saturday, November 5, 2011
V
Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much sas any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration - whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.
There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!
Credit for the monologue goes wholly to Alan Moore. I in no way own V for Vendetta or any of its characters, London, Old Bailey, or any part of Britain, despite my desperate prayers.
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There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice...intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told...if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.
I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War. Terror. Disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order. He promised you peace. And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words - they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek...then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!
Credit for the monologue goes wholly to Alan Moore. I in no way own V for Vendetta or any of its characters, London, Old Bailey, or any part of Britain, despite my desperate prayers.
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011
NaNoWriMo
November is one of my favorite months. Despite being the coldest month in Autumn, it always makes me feel warm with holidays like Thanksgiving and how much I get to see my family. However, every November something happens that I just can't bring myself to partake in...
That's a good question. NaNoWriMo is a little word for a big event: National Novel Writing Month. Basically, what it boils down to is that a bunch of writers from all over the States (and a handful from other countries) get together to encourage each other to write a legitimate, 50,000-word novel. Each November past since its beginning, I've thought "That's a great chance for me to squeeze out some good writing, but... I'm really busy. I'll do it next year." Well, I've done that for far too many years. This NaNoWriMo, I'm going to write a novel.
..Well, maybe not an ENTIRE novel. That's almost suicidal and the novel will almost certainly end up being utter shit. I am not suicidal, nor do I want anything I write to end up being utter shit. No, I decided I will START a novel and I will LOVE it.
So, the question arose. What shall I write of? I need a tale, I need a conflict, I need characters, I need a plot, I need an outline... I'm going to need a lot of coffee. I racked my brains for hours trying to think of something new, something I had never written before, when it hit me.
I've been writing Dungeons and Dragons shit for YEARS. I've come up with almost a hundred characters, my own complete setting, cultures, races, everything. It's all there. All I have to do is put it into novel form! So, with my newfound pool of inspiration to draw off of, I have finalized my decision.
I am participating in the Minneapolis branch of NaNoWriMo, and through this program I will write a Fantasy novel. Once I have a worthy excerpt, I will post it up here for everyone to see, and I will continue to write it. I don't have a title, and I only kind of have a working plot, so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants. It's the best way to do it, in my opinion.
So, wish me luck! I've never tried anything like this, so it's gonna be a huge challenge.
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..Well, maybe not an ENTIRE novel. That's almost suicidal and the novel will almost certainly end up being utter shit. I am not suicidal, nor do I want anything I write to end up being utter shit. No, I decided I will START a novel and I will LOVE it.
So, the question arose. What shall I write of? I need a tale, I need a conflict, I need characters, I need a plot, I need an outline... I'm going to need a lot of coffee. I racked my brains for hours trying to think of something new, something I had never written before, when it hit me.
I've been writing Dungeons and Dragons shit for YEARS. I've come up with almost a hundred characters, my own complete setting, cultures, races, everything. It's all there. All I have to do is put it into novel form! So, with my newfound pool of inspiration to draw off of, I have finalized my decision.
I am participating in the Minneapolis branch of NaNoWriMo, and through this program I will write a Fantasy novel. Once I have a worthy excerpt, I will post it up here for everyone to see, and I will continue to write it. I don't have a title, and I only kind of have a working plot, so I'm kind of flying by the seat of my pants. It's the best way to do it, in my opinion.
So, wish me luck! I've never tried anything like this, so it's gonna be a huge challenge.
If you like my writing, you can join the site to the right of the page, like Speaking with Storms on Facebook or follow me on Twitter and Google+ . If you have questions or just want to chat, I'm on Formspring too!
Thanks for reading. Stay human, my friends.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
The Way and The Awake
On my Formspring Account, I quite recently received a series of questions about the differences between Buddhism and Daoism. I didn't want to take the time to answer them on Formspring (where my thoughts would result in an unwarranted wall of text), so the inquirer suggested I post it on my blog (where a wall of text is completely warranted).
Daoism and Buddhism get along well. Laozi and Siddhartha would have been good friends had they ever met! Despite this, they have their differences, because they tackle different social and spiritual issues.
Daoism (also spelled Taoism) comes from the Chinese word 道 (dào), which literally means "road", "way", or "path". The (arguably) earliest known work that speaks of the Dao is the 道德经 (Dàodéjīng), which literally means "The Classic Text of the Way and Virtue". The other text that I rely on most heavily, second to the Daodejing, is the 庄 子 (Zhuāngzǐ), named for Zhuangzi who wrote it.
Daoism is predominantly Chinese in origin, but has spread very indirectly and very subtly to influence Japan, Korea, and Vietnam, as well as a handful of other countries in smaller varieties.
The primary principles of Daoism include the concepts of the dao, qi, wuwei, the wu xing or 5 "elements" or "stages", Feng Shui, and perhaps the most famous aspects, the concepts of yin and yang. Daoism stresses health, longevity, compassion, moderation, and humility.
So, the most popular question I get is, "What is the Dao?" The Dao is described as being indescribable. "Well, shit." I know, I know, it seems like a copout on Laozi's part, but the Dao is deeper than that. It's the source of all being. The way to inner peace and outer strength. The binding connectivity of all that is. We are the Dao, and the Dao is in us. But it is possible to stray from the Dao, by straying from nature, from peace, and from simplicity.
I mentioned 無爲 (wúwéi), and I realize that's probably an unfamiliar term. It means, roughly, "non-action" or "non-doing". Wuwei is best described as being patient, mindful, and willing to ask yourself , "Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear?" Chapter 15 of the Daodejing is my favorite example of describing wuwei. Through wuwei, you get closer to the Dao. Wuwei always leads to the path of least resistance-- The metaphor Laozi uses is water. Nothing is softer than water, yet through its softness it overcomes rock, steel, humankind, and animals. It gives life and nourishes all things, but knows how to kill. It always takes the lowest path, the most humble Way, and through that humility it is brought to power. Through this knowledge, it's easy to see that the purpose a Daoist takes on is to align himself harmoniously with the Dao.
Daoism arose as a clear response to Confucianism, which placed certain things above others. That, by nature, resulted in a large amount of inequality in ancient China. Laozi and Zhuangzi say in response to that basic inequality, "Hey, man, listen. Money, fame, filial piety, power, those things are all fine... But we only know what "low" is because we assign value to "high". We only know "beauty" because we know "ugliness"." By getting rid of the comparison, they get rid of the inequality. Besides, in the end, we all come from the Dao, so we all are equal in nature because the Dao does not take sides.
A lot of Daoism-influenced countries worship Laozi and Zhuangzi (knowingly or unknowingly) as gods or idols, but I sincerely doubt either of them would have cared much. Maybe they might have even reprimanded those who do so?
So, what does a Daoist expect in death? Daoists believe that the soul is eternal. Instead of true death, that soul, that qi, is transferred or reappropriated somewhere else; maybe to a tree, an animal, maybe another human. So, Daoism believes in a form of reincarnation.
Buddhism is a few centuries earlier than Daoism. The word "Buddha" isn't a name-- It's a title. "Buddha" literally means "one who is Awake". Unlike many other religions and beliefs, the works that reference the Buddha and his teachings didn't start showing up until hundreds of years after Siddartha Gautama Buddha's death.
Siddhartha Gautama was an Indian official or prince; the son of a cleric. He grew up in a world full of Hinduism, and Hinduism's consequent caste system. Buddhism is completely Indian in origin, but it has spread wildly throughout not only Asia, but the entire world.
The primary teachings of Buddhism include the concept of reincarnation, the nonexistence of the human soul, the importance of compassion, and stresses many of the same values as Daoism.
I mentioned the caste system earlier. At the heart of the caste system, similarly to Confucianism, lies inequality. Siddhartha Gautama witnessed this inequality at a young age, and set out to find out the core reason for all of this suffering. He came to the conclusion that to live means you will suffer, without doubt. At the root of this suffering is desire. By getting rid of the desire, you can alleviate the suffering.
Buddhism arose as a clear attack on the caste system that was riddled with social, monetary, and (according to the Hindus) spiritual inequality.The Hindus were all about advancing to the next level, because of the transmigration of the soul. The Buddha, however, saw all of the inequality and social suffering this system of beliefs created, and went ahead to say "Fuck it! You don't have a soul. What transmigrates is the mind, not the soul."
In some countries (mainly southeast Asia), Gautama Buddha is revered as a God. However, he stated numerous times to his disciples that he did not want that at all. Funny how things work out.
A Buddhist believes in reincarnation after death, similar to Daoists. The goal of a Buddhist is to be reincarnated enough times through samsara, or existence, to emerge into Nirvana, thepopular grunge band escape from reincarnation into a state of being-nonbeing.
Daoism and Buddhism obviously get along very well, but the key differences are in the details. The Daoist way of life is focused on aligning oneself to the natural way of the cosmos, while the Buddhist is trying to understand and surpass pain and suffering through leading a moral life. If you have any more questions about the differences, similarities, or anything about these two belief systems, you can ask about it in the comments or by way of any of my social networks listed below.
If you like my writing, you can join the site to the right of the page, like Speaking with Storms on Facebook or follow me on Twitter and Google+ . If you have questions or just want to chat, I'm on Formspring too!
Thanks for reading. Stay human, my friends.
Daoism and Buddhism get along well. Laozi and Siddhartha would have been good friends had they ever met! Despite this, they have their differences, because they tackle different social and spiritual issues.
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| The world-known Taijitu, or the symbol of yin and yang. |
Daoism is predominantly Chinese in origin, but has spread very indirectly and very subtly to influence Japan, Korea, and Vietnam, as well as a handful of other countries in smaller varieties.
The primary principles of Daoism include the concepts of the dao, qi, wuwei, the wu xing or 5 "elements" or "stages", Feng Shui, and perhaps the most famous aspects, the concepts of yin and yang. Daoism stresses health, longevity, compassion, moderation, and humility.
So, the most popular question I get is, "What is the Dao?" The Dao is described as being indescribable. "Well, shit." I know, I know, it seems like a copout on Laozi's part, but the Dao is deeper than that. It's the source of all being. The way to inner peace and outer strength. The binding connectivity of all that is. We are the Dao, and the Dao is in us. But it is possible to stray from the Dao, by straying from nature, from peace, and from simplicity.
I mentioned 無爲 (wúwéi), and I realize that's probably an unfamiliar term. It means, roughly, "non-action" or "non-doing". Wuwei is best described as being patient, mindful, and willing to ask yourself , "Do you have the patience to wait till your mud settles and the water is clear?" Chapter 15 of the Daodejing is my favorite example of describing wuwei. Through wuwei, you get closer to the Dao. Wuwei always leads to the path of least resistance-- The metaphor Laozi uses is water. Nothing is softer than water, yet through its softness it overcomes rock, steel, humankind, and animals. It gives life and nourishes all things, but knows how to kill. It always takes the lowest path, the most humble Way, and through that humility it is brought to power. Through this knowledge, it's easy to see that the purpose a Daoist takes on is to align himself harmoniously with the Dao.
Daoism arose as a clear response to Confucianism, which placed certain things above others. That, by nature, resulted in a large amount of inequality in ancient China. Laozi and Zhuangzi say in response to that basic inequality, "Hey, man, listen. Money, fame, filial piety, power, those things are all fine... But we only know what "low" is because we assign value to "high". We only know "beauty" because we know "ugliness"." By getting rid of the comparison, they get rid of the inequality. Besides, in the end, we all come from the Dao, so we all are equal in nature because the Dao does not take sides.
A lot of Daoism-influenced countries worship Laozi and Zhuangzi (knowingly or unknowingly) as gods or idols, but I sincerely doubt either of them would have cared much. Maybe they might have even reprimanded those who do so?
So, what does a Daoist expect in death? Daoists believe that the soul is eternal. Instead of true death, that soul, that qi, is transferred or reappropriated somewhere else; maybe to a tree, an animal, maybe another human. So, Daoism believes in a form of reincarnation.
Buddhism is a few centuries earlier than Daoism. The word "Buddha" isn't a name-- It's a title. "Buddha" literally means "one who is Awake". Unlike many other religions and beliefs, the works that reference the Buddha and his teachings didn't start showing up until hundreds of years after Siddartha Gautama Buddha's death.
Siddhartha Gautama was an Indian official or prince; the son of a cleric. He grew up in a world full of Hinduism, and Hinduism's consequent caste system. Buddhism is completely Indian in origin, but it has spread wildly throughout not only Asia, but the entire world.
The primary teachings of Buddhism include the concept of reincarnation, the nonexistence of the human soul, the importance of compassion, and stresses many of the same values as Daoism.
I mentioned the caste system earlier. At the heart of the caste system, similarly to Confucianism, lies inequality. Siddhartha Gautama witnessed this inequality at a young age, and set out to find out the core reason for all of this suffering. He came to the conclusion that to live means you will suffer, without doubt. At the root of this suffering is desire. By getting rid of the desire, you can alleviate the suffering.
Buddhism arose as a clear attack on the caste system that was riddled with social, monetary, and (according to the Hindus) spiritual inequality.The Hindus were all about advancing to the next level, because of the transmigration of the soul. The Buddha, however, saw all of the inequality and social suffering this system of beliefs created, and went ahead to say "Fuck it! You don't have a soul. What transmigrates is the mind, not the soul."
In some countries (mainly southeast Asia), Gautama Buddha is revered as a God. However, he stated numerous times to his disciples that he did not want that at all. Funny how things work out.
A Buddhist believes in reincarnation after death, similar to Daoists. The goal of a Buddhist is to be reincarnated enough times through samsara, or existence, to emerge into Nirvana, the
Daoism and Buddhism obviously get along very well, but the key differences are in the details. The Daoist way of life is focused on aligning oneself to the natural way of the cosmos, while the Buddhist is trying to understand and surpass pain and suffering through leading a moral life. If you have any more questions about the differences, similarities, or anything about these two belief systems, you can ask about it in the comments or by way of any of my social networks listed below.
If you like my writing, you can join the site to the right of the page, like Speaking with Storms on Facebook or follow me on Twitter and Google+ . If you have questions or just want to chat, I'm on Formspring too!
Thanks for reading. Stay human, my friends.
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