No Maniclion. Read about the three great buddhas for each cycle. One is a silent buddha and may only observe and defeat the pain of doing so.
Another must speak and teach and the other links the twain.
Favourable is just too subjective of a parameter anyway. With their ego or with their wise old untainted all knowing immortal soul anyway?
I dont disregard any comment or perspective. Ignorance just is what it is and produces whatever it does. Jumping up and down doesn't change that. It is NAture and belongs there and has an essential place in the kaleidescope of evolutionary growth process tag teaming to the next level of awareness should that be going to happen there be in that karmic micro-circle's generation line or later on for them or as part of that growth for another's. Can't hate on that from here ( shrug). The ppl be what and where they are and are meant to and it's all good from my seat. Pretending hate is what theyy do. Makes no difference to how i do or dont though.
I knew a Buddhist once, and I've hated myself ever since. The whole thing was a failure.
He was a priest of some kind, and he was also extremely rich. They called him a monk and he wore the saffron robes and I hated him because of his arrogance. He thought he knew everything.
One day I was trying to rent a large downtown property from him, and he mocked me. "You are dumb," he said. "You are doomed if you stay in this business. The stupid are gobbled up quickly."
"I understand," I said. "I am stupid. I am doomed. But I think I know something you don't."
He laughed. "Nonsense," he said. "You are a fool. You know nothing."
I nodded respectfully and leaned closer to him, as if to whisper a secret. "I know the answer to the greatest riddle of all," I said.
He chuckled. "And what is that?" he said. "And you'd better be Right, or I'll kill you."
"I know the sound of
one hand clapping," I said. "I have finally discovered the answer."
Several other Buddhists in the room laughed out loud, at this point. I knew they wanted to humiliate me, and now they had me trapped - because there is no answer to that question. These saffron bastards have been teasing us with it forever. They are amused at our failure to grasp it.
Ho ho. I went into a drastic crouch and hung my left hand low, behind my knee. "Lean closer," I said to him. "I want to answer your high and unanswerable question."
As he leaned his bright bald head a little closer into my orbit, I suddenly leaped up and bashed him flat on the ear with the palm of my left hand. It was slightly cupped, so as to deliver maximum energy on impact. An isolated package of air is suddenly driven through the Eustachian tube and into the middle brain at quantum speed, causing pain, fear, and extreme insult to the tissue.
The monk staggered sideways and screamed, grasping his head in agony. Then he fell to the floor and cursed me. "You swine!" he croaked. "Why did you hit me and burst my eardrum?"
"Because that," I said, "is the sound of
one hand clapping. That is the answer to your question. I have the answer now, and you are deaf."
Indeed," he said. "I am deaf, but I am smarter. I am wise in a different way." He grinned vacantly and reached out to shake my hand.
"You're welcome," I said. "I am, after all, a doctor."
HST