89. This is the body’s nature: it is a collection of over three hundred bones,
jointed by one hundred and eighty joints, bound together by nine hundred
sinews, plastered over with nine hundred pieces of flesh, enveloped in the moist
inner skin, enclosed in the outer cuticle, with orifices here and there, constantly
dribbling and trickling like a grease pot, inhabited by a community of worms,
the home of disease, the basis of painful states, perpetually oozing from the nine
orifices like a chronic open carbuncle, from both of whose eyes eye-filth trickles,
from whose ears comes ear-filth, from whose nostrils snot, from whose mouth
food and bile and phlegm and blood, from whose lower outlets excrement and
urine, and from whose ninety-nine thousand pores the broth of stale sweat
seeps, with bluebottles and their like buzzing round it, which when untended
with tooth sticks and mouth-washing and head-anointing and bathing and
underclothing and dressing would, judged by the universal repulsiveness of
the body, make even a king, if he wandered from village to village with his hair
in its natural wild disorder, no different from a flower-scavenger or an outcaste
or what you will. So there is no distinction between a king’s body and an outcaste’s
in so far as its impure stinking nauseating repulsiveness is concerned.
90. But by rubbing out the stains on its teeth with tooth sticks and mouthwashing and all that,
by concealing its private parts under several cloths, by
daubing it with various scents and salves, by pranking it with nosegays and
such things, it is worked up into a state that permits of its being taken as “I” and “mine.”
So men delight in women and women in men without perceiving the
true nature of its characteristic foulness, now masked by this adventitious
adornment. But in the ultimate sense there is no place here even the size of an atom fit to lust after.
Can't believe someone once told me Buddhism wasn't nihilistic
its not nihilism
"The sixth chapter called “The Description of Foulness as
a Meditation Subject” in the Treatise on the Development
of Concentration in the Path of Purification composed for
the purpose of gladdening good people."
>Treatise on the Development
>of Concentration in the Path of Purification composed for
>the purpose of gladdening good people."
What's the original language name?
It's the Visuddhimagga(Path of Purification). All the chapter names are like that.
If the broth of 99 thousand pores doesn't gladden you, you must just not be a good person. Make some good karma and then try again
Stupid frogposters
Cope and seethe, satangay
Uncomfortable truths do not equate to nihilism
Value judgments like this wouldn't even work under nihilism
>Merely state the truth about a matter
>This sends the Christoid into a state of depression as he calls you a nihilist
Indeed. Chan zen is the actual, life affirming "buddhism".
Smear yourself with fecal matter if you love life so much. Buddhism is perfectly correct to note how unclean animals, including humans, are. We are filled with pus and revolting excrement, fluids, etc.
It's truth. You're just an escapist.
haha nosegays
I read this many years ago. Didn't make me the least bit less horny.
sorry buddha but women are still hot
Never thought a Buddhist writing would sound so forced
Whoever wrote that is trying way too hard to make the body seem gross. Grossness is subjective whenever I don’t shower for a few days I rub under my balls and sniff it and it smells great. No wonder hoes can get so into sucking dick it kinda makes me want to give it a whirl myself
the absolute state of samsaracucks
>Grossness is subjective
yes, that's exactly the point, grossness and beauty are subjective, when you think they're objective you become a slave of your own subjectivity
>when you think they're objective
It is impossible to not think out subjective truths as objective. Without this illusion of objective we would literally give and lie down and die.
>It is impossible to not think out subjective truths as objective
true, but all objects for our subjectivity change, we're not always thinking the same thing about the same object, our notions about reality change all the time, thus we became aware of the movement of our subjectivity, and we develop a taste of a bigger picture, we develop knowledge of theinner and outer world
"In certain hospitals in Thailand they allow Buddhist monks to attend autopsies and contemplate the corpses. One time we went to one of the big hospitals on a Monday morning because there are a lot of murders and accidents on the weekends. There are a lot of really grim, gruesome corpses to autopsy. The man in charge of the autopsy room said, “Oh, do I have something for you!” I thought, What does he mean by that?
He took me to a special room, and he opened the door. I nearly passed out from the odor of a putrefying human corpse before I could even see it. The smell was horrible. I felt myself not wanting to go in, but I forced myself. Inside the room was a bloated corpse that had been found in one of the canals. Worms were crawling in it. It was really hideous. When I looked up at the ceiling, I could see where previous corpses had exploded and guts had gone flying. I thought, I hope that doesn’t happen while I’m here!
This was a test of mindfulness, because the first reaction was, Let me out of here. Staying with it—observing the revulsion and aversion to this rotting corpse—I could be aware of the feelings. After a while, the aversion ceased. I became accustomed to the odor. I found it bearable. After I stopped reacting to the odor, I hardly noticed it. I was no longer suffering. It was very powerful to see a human corpse in that state, because you seldom get such an opportunity. It was hideous and grotesque. I didn’t know what age it was. It was probably a youngish male who had drowned in the canal. After the aversion and proliferating tendencies stopped, I really began to observe the decaying process.
Strangely enough, I found it quite beautiful—the way nature disposes of things. My judgments of beauty had been created on a conventional level, but in the here and now—being with the aversion and the disgust—I didn’t feel repelled at all by the process of decay. It was quite marvelous to watch how life consumes and takes away. The human body was being recycled into the ecosystem. Noticing the colors and the maggots and the worms, I began to appreciate the process of nature in operation. Not only can we learn from the joy that comes from beauty, we can begin to open ourselves to life itself and all that it includes—not just the nice side but also old age, sickness, death, decay."
What a fricking psychopath
any buddhist should mindfulness of death