A beginning for an end.
This is the beginning of a series of posts that will be dedicated to the zen school of thought. Most of them will be focusing on a lot of the stuff that go through my head and I will try to materialize them so that I could share some of them.
First things first. Who am I?
I am a very curious person that began to have an interest in religion since the age of 7 when I first started to think about pursuing the life of a priest. I never was a child that liked the school system and thus never was a fan of learning. For many years I contemplated the reality around me and questioned the behavior of people around me.
My first interest in learning was in 6th grade when I took on a book named “Pinocchio” and from that moment on I never stoped.
Of course as I grew up my passion to become a priest faded away with the newly found understanding of the deep corruption inside this system. Now I was interested in religions around the world. My obsession was with the beginning of all of this. I was so obsessed that in everything I wanted to find its roots.
Twenty years passed and my journey in this field has made me walk weired roads. I’ve studied the vedas, the bible, the nordic culture, the chinese mythology and the beginning of chan buddhism. I have stumbled upon odd books but on some great ones as well. In the end all books parish with the passing of time and all words spoken or written, with them.
My journey continues, but not in libraries, searching in old tombs, but looking within. There lies in the deepest mystery.
I will end this post with a quote:
Before I had studied Zen for thirty years, I saw mountains as mountains, and waters as waters. When I arrived at a more intimate knowledge, I came to the point where I saw that mountains are not mountains, and waters are not waters. But now that I have got its very substance I am at rest. For it’s just that I see mountains once again as mountains, and waters once again as waters.
Ch’uan Teng Lu (The Way of Zen)