Fame Or Death

Having achieved the Buddhist path, 

which is its only goal, life is beautiful,

but not that necessary. Looking at the 

lost crowd at the NBA finals on my 

computer, it's quite clear the enormity

of the task to lead all beings to 

enlightenment. The crowd doesn't look

like an assembly of unique humans,

rather, a mass of protein spiced bags of 

excited water with nothing better to do

than try to look like each other and 

be aroused by other peoples trivial

momentary activity.

Basketball is fun to watch...two groups of

humans engaged with their body/minds in

an intense balletic competition. One can

appreciate the coordination of minds in

lightning quick seamless action, like being

in a traffic accident where time seems to 

slow down, but which takes place for over

an hour. There's more there there than

almost anywhere, underlined and highlighted

by the constant flowing motion. Observing

an enlightened master sitting on a park bench

is essentially the same, but his being is too

subtile to easily notice his minds nowness.

When Buddha held up a flower and smiled,

it was equal to an alley-oop slam dunk, but

not as obvious. The message actually 

conveyed by each activity is equally elusive.

In basketball, some of the moves seem like

magic.

Basketball players train their minds and 

bodies to do....buddhists train their minds to 

be....do be do be do.

So, yes, time for fame if I have anything 

worthwhile to deliver...or, death, so I can

aspire to a situation where I will be of some 

value...use it or lose it.