Myth is fun
Oct. 21st, 2003 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lantairvleaY'know, thinking of it, I should have voulenteered to be picked on during class today. Ah well. We got to speaking of Buddhism and how they don't believe that there is a self or "I." They feel that it is just fear and desire controlling you and interfereing with the Self.
So the teacher posed this question to a random guy in the front row "Who are you?" The poor . . . I was about to say "kid" but I'm sure he's at least five years older than myself, fumbled for words and regurgitated a few things that had already been said, which didn't help him any and only lead to circles. Then the teacher went on and explained to the rest of the class that it is impossible to find out who you are, or find your Self, with thought. The thoughts interfere and thus, if you try to think it out, the answer will not come and cannot be discovered. He again asked him who he was, the girl sitting in the front right corner shot back at the teacher "well who are you?" Then he rallied back with "what does it matter to you?" She fumbled and that fell apart in an attempt to explain that she wanted to hear his answer to help poor . . .Nate? to answer the question himself. I sat back with what must have been some sort of amused grin on my face and slight regret at not initially voulenteering before he picked out a person at random.
So how does one answer such a question as "who are you?" Here is what I would have replied:
I am, as simple as that. Who am I? I am, I know who I am and cannot put it in terms aside from that as to explain further would seem to chip away from the real meaning behind the words. Heck, I'll even switch to German as I don't use those words nearly so often and thus, they contain more power to me. Ich bin.
How do I know? I simply do. Knowing doesn't really take much thought. It is something that just is. Knowledge is beyond the physical, knowing seems to be an identity in and of itself. To know one's Self is a great goal. How does one do it? There's no perscribed rout, but when you find it BAM! You KNOW.
On another note, at the beginning of class I was asking him about if the book by/about Jung would be okay. "It's about Jung." "Who?" I pause for a moment and then repeat. "Jung, it's about Jung." He blinks at me, I blink back, and then he says "You mean 'Young?'" "Er . . . yeah, 'Young.'" Curse me and my reverting to proper pronounciation of German names so that I confuse other people. Well, actually, I should be cursing them and their ignorant American pronounciations. Well, at least he got right that the J is supposed to make the "yuh" sound. See, Jung is supposed to be pronounced "yoong" not "yung" or "young." The J is "y," and the u is "oo" and together it's yoo, not "yuh." Drives me nuts. I'll have to remind myself to correct him next time he does it, or not, but it makes me twitch when people pronounce German wrong. David mispronounces Goethe all the time, mostly because he knows it annoys me. It's Goethe! Not GOth. Goethe, pronounced, in comparison, "gur't'he." So anyway, that was slightly amusing if annoying. Who cares how everyone else pronounces it, I'm pronouncing it as it should be! Accursed English and it's crazy, inconsistant pronounciation rules (my psyc teacher pointed out the craziness in English yesterday, which I also found to be amusing, he's German).
So I wanted to go deeper into the whole "Self" and "self" thing, but I need to sleep. Gwark, tomorrow I go and pull out the load for my car so it's in my name and I can get credit, will also be getting (I think) a credit card with a $500 limit. Yay! Paving the way to debt! Actually, I don't plan on doing that, I'm just building this grosely necessary thing called credit.
Oh, on another amusing note while talking to Derek as I drove him home he mentioned that I would have probably been able to thoroughly smartmouth the Myth teacher concerning the whole "who are you" thing. He used a different word than "smartmouth," but it means roughly the same. I laughed, I may have been ready for the teacher's arguments, but I wouldn't have exactly called it "smartmouthing" as I tend to avoid arguing for the sake of arguing (despite it being grotesquley fun at times if you and the other person are both on the same thread as far as how the arugment is being treated, more of a debate than a cut-your-throat brawl).
Right, sleep, okay!
So the teacher posed this question to a random guy in the front row "Who are you?" The poor . . . I was about to say "kid" but I'm sure he's at least five years older than myself, fumbled for words and regurgitated a few things that had already been said, which didn't help him any and only lead to circles. Then the teacher went on and explained to the rest of the class that it is impossible to find out who you are, or find your Self, with thought. The thoughts interfere and thus, if you try to think it out, the answer will not come and cannot be discovered. He again asked him who he was, the girl sitting in the front right corner shot back at the teacher "well who are you?" Then he rallied back with "what does it matter to you?" She fumbled and that fell apart in an attempt to explain that she wanted to hear his answer to help poor . . .Nate? to answer the question himself. I sat back with what must have been some sort of amused grin on my face and slight regret at not initially voulenteering before he picked out a person at random.
So how does one answer such a question as "who are you?" Here is what I would have replied:
I am, as simple as that. Who am I? I am, I know who I am and cannot put it in terms aside from that as to explain further would seem to chip away from the real meaning behind the words. Heck, I'll even switch to German as I don't use those words nearly so often and thus, they contain more power to me. Ich bin.
How do I know? I simply do. Knowing doesn't really take much thought. It is something that just is. Knowledge is beyond the physical, knowing seems to be an identity in and of itself. To know one's Self is a great goal. How does one do it? There's no perscribed rout, but when you find it BAM! You KNOW.
On another note, at the beginning of class I was asking him about if the book by/about Jung would be okay. "It's about Jung." "Who?" I pause for a moment and then repeat. "Jung, it's about Jung." He blinks at me, I blink back, and then he says "You mean 'Young?'" "Er . . . yeah, 'Young.'" Curse me and my reverting to proper pronounciation of German names so that I confuse other people. Well, actually, I should be cursing them and their ignorant American pronounciations. Well, at least he got right that the J is supposed to make the "yuh" sound. See, Jung is supposed to be pronounced "yoong" not "yung" or "young." The J is "y," and the u is "oo" and together it's yoo, not "yuh." Drives me nuts. I'll have to remind myself to correct him next time he does it, or not, but it makes me twitch when people pronounce German wrong. David mispronounces Goethe all the time, mostly because he knows it annoys me. It's Goethe! Not GOth. Goethe, pronounced, in comparison, "gur't'he." So anyway, that was slightly amusing if annoying. Who cares how everyone else pronounces it, I'm pronouncing it as it should be! Accursed English and it's crazy, inconsistant pronounciation rules (my psyc teacher pointed out the craziness in English yesterday, which I also found to be amusing, he's German).
So I wanted to go deeper into the whole "Self" and "self" thing, but I need to sleep. Gwark, tomorrow I go and pull out the load for my car so it's in my name and I can get credit, will also be getting (I think) a credit card with a $500 limit. Yay! Paving the way to debt! Actually, I don't plan on doing that, I'm just building this grosely necessary thing called credit.
Oh, on another amusing note while talking to Derek as I drove him home he mentioned that I would have probably been able to thoroughly smartmouth the Myth teacher concerning the whole "who are you" thing. He used a different word than "smartmouth," but it means roughly the same. I laughed, I may have been ready for the teacher's arguments, but I wouldn't have exactly called it "smartmouthing" as I tend to avoid arguing for the sake of arguing (despite it being grotesquley fun at times if you and the other person are both on the same thread as far as how the arugment is being treated, more of a debate than a cut-your-throat brawl).
Right, sleep, okay!
