Re-Enacting the Buddha's Trauma
2000 years and still going strong
Once upon a time, there was a boy who’s father raised him in enclosed, isolated palaces, where he could be sheltered from the difficulties of the world outside.
When the boy grew up, he rebelled against his father and spent his life… building enclosed, isolated environments where his followers could be sheltered from the difficulties of the world outside.
2000 years later, his followers had changed a ton, brought a lot of new stuff to the table—but the ideal among most of them, the thing they should try to get as close as possible to embodying, was still to find an enclosed, isolated environment where they could be sheltered from the difficulties of the world outside.
Once upon a time, a man taught that the world was full of misery, sickness, and yuck. However—he continued—there was a way to get out of this: if you followed his teachings, you could reach a final state that was entirely separated from any of the misery and yuck of the outside world; you could be released from this endless cycle of pain and suffering and death, and reach a beautiful, final place where you are sheltered from the difficulties of this world.
Once upon a time, a king heard a prophecy that his son would be a great king if he stayed home, but would become a great spiritual leader if he left home. The king tried to ensure that his son stayed home, building pleasure palaces free of misery and despair for his son to live in; places where there was no suffering, no illness, no death, no yuck.
Today, hundreds of millions still seek those palaces—still seek what that boy 2000 years ago spent his whole life trying to return to.
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