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My nephew recently learned the term "dutch oven." The other day as we came into the bedroom, my nephew who was under the blanket by himself farted. He tossed the blanket off and yelled, "I did a dutch oven; I baked myself!"
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I don't know why, but I am surprised that you know the term dutch oven. You seem too innocent.
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I know what the term means. :D
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Is that a Buddhist "know" or a theory know?
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How do Buddhists 'know' things? Is this a Biblical 'know'? I'm guessing not.
Maybe an Orthodox ontological 'know'? A contemplative 'know'? Too many knows. Time to say yes to Drambuie. |
Well, in Zen there is the imperative to personally realize enlightenment, not just understand the idea or concept. Verifying for yourself if the water in the glass is cold or hot by drinking it yourself.
Otherwise it is like looking at a picture of a glass of water, it does you no good if you are thirsty. |
I understand the necessity of experience - within limits. But it's not necessary to burn yourself on the hot water, is it? Is it permissible to learn from the experience of others?
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These are metaphors for enlightenment/realization and in that case, no. Taking someone's word for it is not enough.
Maybe consider an orgasm. Having one is key to being able to speak knowledgeably about them. I wouldn't trust someone's book learned knowledge or second hand description when it came to that. And no one said the water was burning hot. |
I agree that orgasm can't be experienced or learned via books or other people's experience - but orgasm is also intensely individual and not a type of knowledge that's transferable. The experience of hot water is more objective and possibly communicable ... and true, no one said the water was burning. But avoiding painful experiences that could be harmful or fatal justifies some transfer of knowledge at second hand, no?
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Should this be in philosophy? :)
A spoon does not know the taste of soup nor a learned fool the taste of wisdom _Welsh Proverb Probably stolen from the Fool {Tibetan} Gautama Buddha Dhammapada Teachings - The Fool How long the night to the watchman, How long the road to the weary traveller, How long the wandering of many lives To the fool who misses the way. If the traveller cannot find Master or friend to go with him, Let him travel alone Rather than with a fool for company. "My children, my wealth!" So the fool troubles himself. But how has he children or wealth? He is not even his own master. The fool who knows he is a fool Is that much wiser. The fool who thinks he is wise Is a fool indeed. Does the spoon taste the soup? A fool may live all his life In the company of a master And still miss the way. The tongue tastes the soup. If you are awake in the presence of a master One moment will show you the way. The fool is his own enemy. The mischief is his undoing. How bitterly he suffers! Why do what you will regret? Why bring tears upon yourself? Do only what you do not regret, And fill yourself with joy. For a while the fool's mischief Tastes sweet, sweet as honey. Bit in the end it turns bitter. And how bitterly he suffers! For months the fool may fast, Eating from the tip of a grass blade. Still he is not worth a penny Beside the master whose food is the way. Fresh milk takes time to sour. So a fool's mischief Takes time to catch up with him. Like the embers of a fire It smoulders within him. Whatever a fool learns, It only makes him duller. Knowledge cleaves his head. For then he wants recognition. A place before other people, A place over other people. "Let them know my work, Let everyone look to me for direction." Such are his desires, Such is his swelling pride. One way leads to wealth and fame, The other to the end of the way. Look not for recognition But follow the awakened And set yourself free. |
People, we are talking about farts here. No need to get so philosophical. :lol:
I'm on my phone so I'm gonna keep it short. We're talking about terms or definitions that can easily be defined by a dictionary, urban or wiki. Or simply explained by someone else. And if you want proof of experience, heck, I have chronic constipation, I'll just secure myself tightly under a blanket and rip a good one. How about that? :D Or maybe do a "buffalo oven." It's a term my nephew came up yesterday because his farts were so toxic that everyone were holding their noses. :lol: |
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I bow to your superior wisdom, Obi-wan! Perhaps I should have spoken of attaining, rather than transferring, that knowledge. ;)
As for buffalo ovens, I defer to those who have first-hand knowledge - because as everyone knows, women don't fart. Lola was speaking theoretically of course. |
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