What religion are You?

What ever I say in this journal…. er ….. blog init….. is my own logic translated into the English Language according to the education I had; some from books and mostly from living in England. Then we have you the reader reading this journal and understanding in your own logic which itself is depended on your understanding of the language. Now I am trying to – as I explained at the start – make everything in life as simple as possible. That way I can follow my own path easily without going into ‘if’ and ‘but’ situations. You might not totally agree with me. But say for instance you do the same thing; I mean make it simple for your self to follow. That will be your religion.

At the moment you might say, “No I am a Buddhist”. What then. If you take the word Buddhism means the Philosophy according to Buddha. So how can it be yours? You are trying to be like Buddha and you think you are doing fine. But Buddha lived over 2550 years ago. He did not write anything down. Over 70 to 80 years later some people thought that they will try to write it down for later generations to understand it better than the word of mouth could. Good idea I would of done the same in that situation. So the reader, who is calling oneself a Buddhist, follows the path, which we all think what Buddha said, in ones own logic. So how can one say one is a Buddhist. It comes to reason that what you really mean is I am a Buddhist according to my own understanding of the Dharma. So you have your own religion. You can call your self anything you like , but it is nonsense not to think that you are a believer of your own philosophy and logic

Now this is fine logic from my favourite book at the moment; viz. “Frogs Birthday-Treat” by Lewis Carroll:

“…..”Can you sing it, Bruno?” I asked.

“Iss I can,” Bruno readily replied, “And I sa’n’t. It would make Sylvie cry ---“

“It wouldn’t!” Sylvie interrupted in great indignation. “And I don’t believe the Goat sang it at all!”

“It did though!” said Bruno, “ It singed it right froo. I sawed it singing with his beard-------“

“It couldn’t sing with its beard,” I said, hoping to puzzle the fellow: “ a beard isn’t a voice.”

“Well then, oo couldn’t walk with Sylvie!” Bruno cried triumphantly, “Sylvie isn’t a foot!”

I wonder if I follow my main man Lewis Carroll what would you call me; a Carrollist?

Thinking again about the if situations: I always compare with the situation, “What if my mother had a prick?” I love me mom but it is the one instance you can unravel you worst phobias in the fast lane and lose.

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