I haven’t written in a while. Been very busy helping my dear old mom make the adjustment from autonomy to something else without her losing her sense of self that is reflected in her independent mobility. Kicking ass and taking names has an expiration date. Oy. Until I get something she’s comfortable with, I’m Driving Miss Daisy.

Thomas Wolfe’s novel You Can’t Go Home Again has become a catch phrase. It seems that every time I do go home, what I use to love about my hometown, has been eroded away with time. Change happens. But I just wonder when the official dress code became green oxygen tank with nose bib while the “look du jour” is incredibly obese. The local Sizzler is the equivalent of Tarzan’s elephant graveyard. They even have a bowl of M&M’s in the salad bar to offset anything healthy you might put on your plate by mistake. After taking a leak in the men’s room, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. For a millisecond, in contrast to everyone around me, I thought I was as good looking as Mad Max and here I was, stuck in Bartertown.

But that’s not what I want to talk about. What I want to do is ask some of the questions that nobody seems to ever address in a SGI meeting. (At least none that I ever attended in 35 years.) There’s a bunch, but for now I’ll just do a couple. This sort came about from the “what do the beads mean?” question. I already wrote about that in Tug Of War. Conclusion: I don’t need beads.

1. Why can’t you take a picture of the Gohonzon?

What the fuck? Is this Skull Island? Did we piss off the witch doctor and ruin the ceremony with the camera? I notice that at the Kosen Rufu Gongyos, often refered to as World Peace Gongyo, they black out the video during last three diamoku so we can’t see the Gohonzon on screen. Hey stupid, you took its picture and I know it’s there. When I shut my altar doors, does my Gohonzon suddenly cease to exist? If you are speaking to me and I shut my eyes, do you cease to exist like the boogy man does when you throw the bed covers over your head? Technically, it already is a picture. All our Gohonzon are a picture, a reproduction. If the Gohonzon doesn’t exist outside of our self, what the fuck difference does it make if we take its picture? I know the difference between my dog and a picture of my dog. How about pixels? There are pictures of Gohonzons all over the Internet. How about instead of my little travel Gohonzon, I use my iPhone and pull up a picture of a Gohonzon and chant to it? Of course when I don’t have my Gohonzon around, I just chant to the wall. I envision the Gohonzon. I have a picture in my mind. I took it. Should I destroy that too? How about a brail Gohonzon for the blind? Or can’t blind people attain enlightenment in this lifetime? How austere.
Okay, it’s time to play the Sumi Ink card and the opening of the eyes card. Nichiren put his “ichinen sanzen” into each inscription and that’s what we do when we chant to it as we open its eyes it opens ours. But it’s still a picture of an inscription that depends on me to activate it. Unless, of course, you think that there is a lineage connection to the Uber Gohonzon.

Speaking of lineage, that brings me to my second question.

2. If Ikeda is the inheritor of the mentor disciple lineage from Toda, and Toda was the inheritor from Makiguchi, who the fuck was Mackiguchi’s mentor and how come we don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout him?

This paradigm of what the mentor disciple relationship, as presented by the SGI, is so fucked up, I don’t know where to start. The culture of origin, Japan, has been imbued with a mentor/disciple aspect in its everyday life for centuries. Makiguchi and Toda were mentor and disciple before they were Buddhists. So you need to take away all that “die for the guy” BS attitude before you even start. Breaking away from the temple, making the SGI the keepers of the flame of “true Buddhism”, what we called it back in the ‘70’s when we were still attached to Nichiren Shoshu, makes Ikeda closer to Martin Luther than Martin Luther King.

3. If this Buddhism is a valid reflection of the functions of the universal law of cause and effect based on the concept of karma and previous existences (we all made that bodhisattva vow, remember?) and of the three proofs actual proof is the biggie, what is your actual proof of previous lifetimes?

As far as I can tell, and regardless of what Nichiren has written, most people have no proof what so ever of a previous life. Karma is an unproven, non-falsifiable, hypothesis. Yet people believe in it. Let’s say you’ve been around for a couple zillion kalpas or so. For an individual in this consciousness to point at one aspect of their life and call it a karmic effect from a previous cause in a previous life would be ridiculous because you’d be dealing with an infinite number of variables reaching back into infinity. Usually when you hear of someone referring to a previous existence, it gets pretty quirky. I can see cause and effect in my life on a daily bases. But I have no reason to fill an eternal void with an assumption just because I have nothing actual as far as proof. But people who practice this Buddhism do and that’s the same process as believing in an external omnipotent omnipresent deity. Born again Buddhists.

4. Mappo: during this degenerate age, it is believed that people will be unable to attain enlightenment through the word of Sakyamuni Buddha, and society becomes morally corrupted.

When was that era when society was working well and all these enlighten people were running around helping each other? I know that there is a great deal of discrepancy as to what and when Mappo is, but as far the history of the world is concern, the sands in the lands of the home of Buddhism has soaked up as much blood and for the same reasons as everywhere else. I don’t see how Mappo is more fucked up than than any other age.

5. How come the HOME button doesn’t work on this web site?

I guess that reiterates Thomas Wolfe: you can’t go home again.