Ridiculous,

 

May be, this will be my final writing on this blog. Today, I want to say, to anyone who reads this, that I just don’t care, if you don’t respond to me or talk with me. Also, I simply don’t care, if you never get to express your Language Enlightenment (LE), because you refuse to explore the great difference between your own Disembodied Language (DL) and your own Embodied Language (EL). And, yes, it doesn’t matter to me anymore, that I continue to have EL by myself and enjoy my LE alone. Besides, this blog has always been about one thing and one thing only: my ability to actively avoid your unintelligent, energy-draining, superstitious DL. Surely, your mechanical DL is no longer my problem. Since I am not martyr, I mock your ridiculously limiting problematic way of talking.

 

I find it enjoyable to comment on your DL, because, as you can see, almost nobody seems to have the guts to even write anything sincere in response to me. In my opinion, you can’t say or write anything about my EL and LE, because you are ignorant about your own EL and LE. My disdainful humor derives from my LE and can only be appreciated by those, who know how to maintain ongoing EL. So, just for the record and to be very explicit, there are two sides to what I represent: I don’t approve of your dumb DL and you can’t seem accept or appreciate my irrefutable EL. Of course, I am not making any effort to come your way. I have tried, but it has become clear to me, that I can’t. This is not how EL works. I am not trying to teach anything to you with this writing. I share my experience with those, who dare to share their experiences with me.

 

I don’t know, who it was, I always forget the names of people, who, presumably, said or did something, which, supposedly, was so important, that others keep bringing it up. I do remember, however, there was this story, about a notorious Zen-master, who, for years, sat in front of a wall, meditating, waiting for the right person. One day, this other spiritual fanatic moron arrived, who cut off his own ear and threw it in front of him and said in a demanding tone of voice: if you don’t turn around right now, I will cut my own throat. I recall this absurd story, which seems to signify everything that is wrong with our so-called spirituality. Here we have this harsh, supposedly, enlightened master, who is visited by this, highly motivated, obviously, self-harming disciple.

 

What is so horribly wrong about our perception of our spirituality, is that it is, no matter how you look at it, always against having a genuine conversation. This arrogant, frustrated, harsh, non-talkative man, who, demonstratively, sat there, starring at the wall for many years, supposedly, really knew what true dialogue was all about. Give me break! He would only turn around if someone was worthy, that is, willing to sacrifice his or her life, to talk with him, in the way that he approved.

 

In my teen-age years, I began my spiritual journey, by reading a little booklet with short Zen anecdotes. It was all the reading I could handle at the time and these stories amused me, because they turned logic on its head, yet they still seemed to make some sense. I now find these stories complete nonsense, however, I am in this odd situation, that I am capable of having ongoing EL, but almost nobody wants to talk with me about it. I might as well talk to a wall and I have done that, but I am done with that. I believe that spiritual bullshit, in its many ways and forms, is the biggest stand-in-the-way for anyone to discover and enjoy their LE with EL. Your restless DL inevitably keeps you forever busy with supposedly meaningful nonsense, such as Zen.

 

I don’t want to talk with you, as you only know how to have DL, so I rather have EL on my own. You can read about my EL here, but you can never acquire it, as long as you still continue to believe, that you can get it from me or from others. You can only get EL on your own. In that sense, EL is the same for you as it is for me. What is so incredibly funny about this idiotic old story, is that one desperate, childish, drama-queen, is willing to hurt himself and is even threatening to commit suicide, if he doesn’t have his way, because this stubborn, wall-staring ascetic refuses for many years to talk with anyone, who isn’t ready to listen to his great so-called enlightenment. Supposedly, a disciple’s zeal signifies his devotion, that is why the illustrious master finally turned around, to actually talk. As I have said, it is about talking, it is all about our language and how we deal with our language.  

 

The LE, which I have become aware of, due to my EL, is as available to you, as it is to me. Moreover, our EL refutes everything that has ever been said, written, heard or read about enlightenment. There are many schools, religions or so-called spiritual paths, but EL goes against every one of these, as it is simply about how you talk with yourself. Whether you know it or not, when you talk with me or with others, you always only talk with yourself. There is no other, as there is only you in EL, as the other is experienced always only by you, in the way that you experience him or her.

 

The essence of EL is: the other is experienced as your experience. The same of course is true for the so-called external environment or your inner self. There is no external environment, there is no behavior-causing self or an internal environment, as there is only your own verbal formulation, what you say about it or are allowed to say about it, hear about it or what you are allowed to hear about it, read about it or what you are allowed to read about it and write about it or what you are allowed to write about it. Whatever we do, don’t do or don’t dare to do, is determined by our language, scriptures, laws, rules or nonverbal, ritual, cultural codes of conduct.  

 

You might as well begin to appreciate the fact that you always only talk about your own experience, your own longing, your own perception, as all the, presumably, objective knowledge, which, we like to believe, we can share together, is merely a verbal house of cards. We like to give ourselves more credit than we deserve, as we keep getting carried away by what we say, as we engage again and again in DL. Only in EL, can we be free and come out permanently out of our religious, pornographic, political, cultural, scientific, ethnic, but, ultimately, verbal fantasies. You don’t want to talk with me, as I already know about the immense difference between DL and EL. There is no need for anyone to know about this, as far as I am concerned. It doesn’t matter to me at all that my writings can't change your so-called mind, as there really is no mind to be changed, as there are only these words and how you and I use them. I used them in this way, because it greatly pleases me and gives me something useful to do. For me saying is doing and my ongoing EL equals my LE.