"Like a Skinned Cow"
I was seeking at this photo just now, which I took final month during a blizzard. It got me meditative about how a impressions about hold up get pulpy in to us, or you press them in to ourselves, until they are all which you can see.
Consider this, from a commentary upon a sutra of The Four Nutriments of Life.
Simile: A skinned cow, wherever she stands, will be continuously attacked by a insects as well as other creatures living in a vicinity.
Like a skinned cow, man is helplessly exposed to a constant excitation as well as exasperation of a sense-impressions, crowding upon him from all sides, by all six senses.
Living in a place like Minnesota in a winter, bearing to a cold, to bitter wind, to earthy dis-ease is nearly impossible to avoid. Avoiding it would require placing extreme boundary upon your life, and/or great amounts of appetite as well as cleverness expended.
The same seems true with impressions, whether it be a thought, feeling, etc. Certainly, you can place ourselves in more wholesome contexts, as well as sit with, burn through, as well as drop off harmful thoughts as well as views. And certainly, you can work with others to do a same.
But in a end, there's no approach to shun a bitter winter winds. You can tie your arms around your cloak as well as try to spin away, or you can face them head on, with your cloak far-reaching open.
Sometimes I fright being frozen to death by it all (not literally of course). But which assumes there is an "I" which can be destroyed by all a suffering as well as suffering as well as sound as well as unpleasantness which is benefaction in a world.
