The destination is the journey

OK, that title is a little anti-New-Age snarky, but that’s me: using the concerns of spirituality and religion to upset the applecart of current conventions, whatever those may be, wherever they may be found.  I have a big heart (I hope) and a hard edge (as will, I hope, be not too obvious).  I subscribe to the idea (it’s Northrop Frye’s) that you should keep an open mind always, but one that’s open at both ends, to facilitate the elimination of waste.  At the same time, acknowledge yearning as our basic human temperament – desire, in some translations of the Buddha’s term.  We grasp, we reach, we discover suffering there, in that our reach exceeds our grasp – yet we discover our nature, too: in our reach we find our bones, our muscles, our lives.  The destination is the journey?  Yes, the opposite is also true.  It’s in the interplay of object and desire that we find rest, rest-in-motion, the bursting of the bounds of suffering.  Heady this will be at times; I dearly hope that it will be full of life as well.

Jesus and Buddha walk into a bar, sit down, and order beers.  They drain them dry in just a couple of gulps, exhale with satisfaction, turn to each other, and say …