A monk decided to meditate alone, away from his monastery.
He took his boat out to the middle of the lake, moored it there, closed his eyes and began meditating. After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly felt the bump of another boat colliding with his own.
With his eyes still closed, he felt his anger rising, and by the time he opened his eyes, he was ready to scream at the boatman who had so carelessly disturbed his meditation. But when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that it was an empty boat that had struck his own. It had probably gotten untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.
that he was gonna have to go launch a whole investigation to find out who the boat belonged to and who didn’t tie it up securely so that he could yell at the correct person?
He realized that new interns were starting next month and he should have them build an island in the middle of the lake for him to meditate on, big enough that a bit of flotsam bouncing against the shore would not disturb his meditation.
Most internet summations don’t include the realization I read elsewhere, so I just left it at the exercise for the reader.
Basically, it’s this: You know how sometimes you have a bad day and are being a jerk? It’s not “you” exactly, it’s just all the shit you have to deal with. You just have to shift those bad days to your childhood, and have a lot more of them, and they have to be worse, and you have a person who is permanently a jerk. But, in the metaphor the boat, is that person any more an empty boat than you are on a bad day?
We’re all, to a large degree, empty boats bumping into each other, pushed together by the many different currents of reality, so don’t take so many things personally.
In this case, the priest is just a result of how he was raised, or whatever influences pushed him into this horrible life of gay conversion; and the good thing, of getting out, was also probably a result of influences pulling him away from it. So, also, don’t get hopped up on people’s ability to control their lives from some objective moral vantage point that does not exist.
What has he done to reconcile all the lives he’s ruined
That is the cool thing about propaganda. It keeps ruining lives long after you changed your opinion.
A monk decided to meditate alone, away from his monastery.
He took his boat out to the middle of the lake, moored it there, closed his eyes and began meditating. After a few hours of undisturbed silence, he suddenly felt the bump of another boat colliding with his own.
With his eyes still closed, he felt his anger rising, and by the time he opened his eyes, he was ready to scream at the boatman who had so carelessly disturbed his meditation. But when he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find that it was an empty boat that had struck his own. It had probably gotten untethered and floated to the middle of the lake.
At that moment, the monk had a great realization.
that he was gonna have to go launch a whole investigation to find out who the boat belonged to and who didn’t tie it up securely so that he could yell at the correct person?
He realized that new interns were starting next month and he should have them build an island in the middle of the lake for him to meditate on, big enough that a bit of flotsam bouncing against the shore would not disturb his meditation.
Also see: brother comment.
This is my new favorite way to say “Google it lmao”
Most internet summations don’t include the realization I read elsewhere, so I just left it at the exercise for the reader.
Basically, it’s this: You know how sometimes you have a bad day and are being a jerk? It’s not “you” exactly, it’s just all the shit you have to deal with. You just have to shift those bad days to your childhood, and have a lot more of them, and they have to be worse, and you have a person who is permanently a jerk. But, in the metaphor the boat, is that person any more an empty boat than you are on a bad day?
We’re all, to a large degree, empty boats bumping into each other, pushed together by the many different currents of reality, so don’t take so many things personally.
In this case, the priest is just a result of how he was raised, or whatever influences pushed him into this horrible life of gay conversion; and the good thing, of getting out, was also probably a result of influences pulling him away from it. So, also, don’t get hopped up on people’s ability to control their lives from some objective moral vantage point that does not exist.
I would say demonstrating he was wrong publicly every day for the last 12 years is a fucking solid service to society