Thinking of what next to ramble on about, I hit upon the words of the myokonin Saichi, that "Gratitude is all a lie".
A myokonin by the way is, simply put, a Pure Land saint. The word literally means a "wondrous excellent person". Maybe that can give the wrong impression, but just to say that the "excellence" consists of knowing oneself as wretched yet still "one" with Amida.
Saichi was a cobbler by trade. Happy enough in his wretchedness. |
As in:-
There is no bottom to Saichi's wickedness; there is no bottom to Saichi's goodness; how happy I am for the gift! Namu-amida-butsu! (From Saichi's Journals)
Anyway, moving on, Saichi often gives voice to his gratitude. In fact, reading through his Journals the word gratitude figures very often indeed. But then comes the cry:- "Gratitude is all a lie!", then:- "Gratitude is a fraud!" And why? "Because there is nothing the matter with one!" says Saichi.
Well, I was going to do a blog on this but quite frankly I am not ready. I have no idea just what Saichi is on about - or at least, it is immersed in a thick mist and perhaps best left there for the moment; the contradiction I see perhaps to be resolved at another level.
However, for now, within that thick mist I hear again the words of Eckhart:-
Love has no why
It strikes me now just how close those words come to nihilism.
Maybe it does. So much for logic. |
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