Street Scene
'Being infatuated by sense objects, and thereby shutting themselves from their own light, all sentient beings, tormented by outer circumstances and inner vexations, act voluntarily as slaves to their own desires ... they are kind in words, but wicked in mind; they are greedy, malignant, jealous, crooked, flattering, egotistic, offensive to men and destructive to inanimate objects ... should they rectify their heart, so that wisdom arises perpetually, the mind would be under introspection, and evil-doing be replaced by the practice of good ...' (Wei Lang, 69-70.)
We noticed something of the kind the other day. Let's do something about it. Or can we? Could he?
Tinkle-Tinkle
People running away from themselves as fast as wheels can take them, always hoping they have left themselves behind, putting their feet more firmly on the accelerator every time they perceive that they are still there, like animals with a tin can tied to their tails. Neither ever seems to stop and try to find out what is there; if they did they would realise that it is only a tin can, quite empty - or void as the Buddhists like to describe it.
