If you ask me, “How do I find the truth?”, I will say “Remove those things that are not the Truth and what you have left will be it. If what you have left contains something untrue, try again.”
The path is there and does not need to be sought elsewhere, but in stead, the obstacles simply need to be removed.
Golden Buddha, there you are.
The other day a friend of mine (like so many of us) came over to practice superhero training with me. He showed up late and sorry. Again. His life has grown limp and dulled, sullen and lumpy, ashen and vaguely banal. I asked him if he knew why I offered my time and energy to help him. He certainly did not. I told him that it was because I could see the latent superpowers lying dormant inside him. The inner “shiny” obscured by the wet blankets of laziness and bad habits. Over time he had begun to believe that the outer gray crust was all there was, but the geologist in me could see the burbling molten core still alive inside of him.
I want other fast, strong, smart people to play with. I need peers who can operate at my performance frequency or better. And since I haven’t been successful at finding more than a few of them where I live, I have determined that I will have to help build them.
Where do you find the person who will be the Hero of any story? Well, before they are that recognizable thing, they’re the girl-who-cleans-the-ashes, the peasant-boy, the young pre-Hogwarts Harry Potters of the world… They are the Golden Buddha while it is covered with clay.
Today, I uncovered this note I wrote a long time back, and it touches the core of my conversation. If you’re not familiar with the story of The Golden Buddha, take 3 minutes and watch this excerpt from the film “Finding Joe” here.
If you’re interested in this sort of thing, the creator of “Finding Joe”, Patrick Solomon, has graciously shared the film for free on Youtube. Check it out and tell me what you think. https://www.youtube.com/user/patricktakaya/videos
And if I can help you somehow to knock off some of your clay, let me know. Because I suspect that there’s a Golden Buddha inside of you as well.
yours gleaming from the shimmering piths of molten marrows,