Flies and nuts

Desfois, j'écris, et souvent les feuilles se perdent dans le vent, les boites sous le lit, ou l'hyperspace. Je me dis qu'un jour, je devrais organiser tout ca, mais bon... C'est comme de penser qu'un jour viendra, et je suis bien assez occupée à ne rien faire. En attendant ce jour magique, je continue d'écrire ici et là. Voici une petite histoire de mouches et de bargeots en réponse à une note concernant la question de CG Jung sur les philosophies orientales.
Flies and nuts.

I remember long time ago, a few life times ago, being in Lumbini, the birth place of the Gautama Buddha, in south Nepal. This was my exploration days, you know, when I believed that there was some great truth out there to be found. In the evening, no light as usual, there was a couple candles on the table of the guesthouse where I stayed. The whole evening, I spend with the only other seeker in the guesthouse, babling about this and that, smoking chillums and drinking Gorhka beer. The guy was way deep into his search, passing borders illegally, trying to find a way into India, no passport, and no money. While I listened to his story, I watched thousands of tiny little flies go straight for the candle light. Zap, zap, I could almost hear them fry one by one at the touch of the candle fire.
Waking up in the morning, the table was filled with a pile of what was left of the insects. I drunk my morning coffee, preparing to go for a walk around the Buddha park. In the room, the searching guy was doing yoga, in the head stand position. I left saying nothing, and I went for my daily walk around the Buddha park. When I got back, the guy was still standing on his head. I said nothing, not wanting to disturb, packed my bags and went to the bus stop for next adventures, direction Goa, India.

Why am I telling this story to comment on this CG Jung question? What do a bunch of zapped flies and a guy standing on his head have in common? Extremes, that's what they have in common. Watching the flies, I thought to myself "what a bunch of dumb ass primitive creatures, going for the light, to simply fry their short existence away", and watching the guy standing on his head, no money in his pocket, no passport, I thought "well, this seems a bit extreme". Then again, I figured, to each their way really. If some want to stand whole life on one legg, and many do, or stand for days on their heads, so what? If some search so much for the light, that they fry their neurons aways, so what? After all, it is their choice, their way. I agree with CGJ that some eastern practices seem a bit extremes, but then again, there are xtians flogging themselves with whips, and same extremes could be found in all religions!!  So if someone wants to lock themselves up for years in a cave, or do body mutilations, so what? It is their choice. And to each their choice. It does not bother me, and actually gives for some quite dramatic arts. My rule simply being about such nuts: don't bother me and don't tell me what to do.

I have found that a middle way is a reasonable approach to the questions we might have. And at some point, I even find that the questions themselves are mere entertainment, and that sometimes, it's a good idea to just go enjoy a good walk and go for a simple cup of your favorite beverage. Then again, I am a simple type of idiot :)