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More Excerpts from Hagakure, Ch. 1

I posted "Excerpts From Hagakure, Chapter 1" a while back. The book is dense with interesting ideas. Here's some more excerpts -

When an official place is extremely busy and someone comes in thoughtlessly with some business or other, often there are people who will treat him coldly and become angry. This is not good at all. At such times, the etiquette of a samurai is to calm himself and deal with the person in a good manner. To treat a person harshly is the way of middle class lackeys.

Treat people calmly and with good manners, even when they're a little careless. "To treat a person harshly is the way of middle class lackeys" - that made me laugh.

There is something to be learned from a rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to pet wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.

You get wet either way in a rainstorm, but by accepting it you stay of clear mind. What a great metaphor. Accept that you'll get wet in a rainstorm - because you will either way - and go purposefully instead of rushing.

Metta Monday: Tenderness at the Borders We Must Cross Separately

On like an apple

It feels a little wrong, since I didn't know him, and since I can only imagine the grief being experienced by those who did. The real, actual grief of loss of a loved one. The loss as experienced by his loved ones, his children.

Still, this morning sitting down to write about "metta" or lovingkindness, I cannot stop thinking about Phillip Seymour Hoffmann and his recent and too-early death, apparently to a drug overdose. When I first read the news, I was so surprised. It was one of those moments where time yawned open but no thoughts rushed in.

In part, I guess I was stunned because it was just too soon, he was so young. And he was so talented. We all wanted more of him. Also, I am frustrated to hear of the apparent cause, the drug use that he seemed to be winning his battle with. (On that part, you may want to read this post from the Driven to Distraction blog, the author's "open letter to Phillip Seymour Hoffmann" that she wishes she'd sent.)

Still, those weren't the real reasons for feeling stunned, I don't think. Or for the quiet, tender grief, all over facebook and the newspapers.

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