belief and doubt

Is doubt smart and belief lazy when it comes to religion, but in marriage, is it just the opposite, believing is smart and doubt lazy?

How does a thing change from good to bad? With a stranger, would doubt be smart and belief lazy? Is it always the situation that determines what’s smart or lazy?

Do doubt and belief differ in the way they point to one’s thinking about the future?

Is it that belief makes us feel we a sitting on dead center and need not change a thing, while doubt causes us to get out the saddles and go adventuring.

It seems organized religions are in love with belief and almost all professional scientists are in love with doubt. If so, who do we bet on?

Are the odds even? Are the odds close to the difference between a balloon and a golden ball the same size? Belief stays the same as reason continues to change.

But both are claiming to be the golden ball. So who is almost 100% sincerely wrong about the future of the dead?

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the game of life

Is it necessary that most of the questions be answered? If a question is answered, doesn’t the answer usually give birth to more questions? This is good for technological progress, but in spiritual matters, is it that rather than using words to answer questions, one must work physically to uncover the biggest or answers? Is it that rather than forming words, I should act?

For example, rather than theorize or wonder about what may happen when one meditates, is it that one can meditate and find out first hand? Does each individual have the responsibility of uncovering his or her deepest self?

Is the deepest awareness, the source of deepest meaning, the mystery, the cosmos itself? As part of the game of life, does the being give itself up voluntarily and is arrested and locked up by each of our identities?

the being’s experience

What gives life its value? Is it good times or just time? Does time do this for everything? Even rocks? Without time would everything quickly shrink to the tiniest of things or nothing? And when time showed up again, would the tiniest thing become another big bang? Is time more powerful than space? Or does space create time?

Can time run out at any moment? Has the big bang ripped off a fragment of time and takes it as part of the deal that when that portion of time runs out instead of the big bang continuing it’s expansion there’s the quickest of squeezes? Who knows?

Don’t dreams need a dreamer? When does the dreamer awaken? Is the game to go to sleep and then to awaken? Can a dreamer wake up into another dream?

When will my switch be turned off? And for the umpteenth time, does life flowing through the being allow me to be dreamed up or turned on and when life is turned off will I evaporate?

Is it that I’ve never taken up any space? Is it almost a sure thing that I’m not immortal and not being tracked by a creator who is recording all of my deeds both bad and good? Is it almost the surest of things that when my ride dies my continued existence will be an impossibility?

Is true religion or fulfillment or pure awareness the being’s experience of my absence while the being still lives?

 

creativity and awareness

Is perfection an answer but not the correct one because perfection can’t be determined only assumed? Would actual perfection be all lined up in a boring way? And in perfection are there no mistakes ever, therefore no variety no ability to change radically or make an error?

Is perfection in the eye of the beholder? Wouldn’t real perfection be the opposite? Would it be an individual thing? Something with flaws and able to change and adapt? Is it impossible for even the definition of perfection to be perfect? Or can only the definition of perfection be perfect? Can something be perfectly flawed? Are most things perfectly flawed?

And on and on go the words, ideas, thoughts, and dreams and it’s a wonderful ride if the basic necessities are supplied, but what about the deeper parts of my nature — the being, the parts that I share with life in general, the life which I feel I control?

Are creativity and awareness hidden away under my claim of ownership and control? Does the addition of language come along and take over the being as a natural process?

Is there a way to shake off the comfort of the captain’s chair to sense the early and ancient freedom? Is the way not through struggle but relaxation: the relaxation of the mind via the relaxation of language? But isn’t there a struggle to relax because of a fear of the unknown and even the death of me, the identity, the boss, the chooser?

If all searching is individual, can it be anything other than perfect? Is it that this can’t be determined, or does perfection have to have flaws too small to be noticed?

 

dreams

Am I real because I can be the cause of real stuff happening — even if it’s happening only inside of a single brain?

Are dreams ephemeral biological life forms? Am I a type of living dream? 

Am I a dream in the tradition of I think therefore I am? Am I living in the sense that I’m permanently tied to a creature which probably created me naturally as a useful extension?

What is belief? A dream within a dream?