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OPINION, 

DAVID FRENCH, There Is Nothing MAGA Won’t Sink To, Oct. 25, 2026, 6:00 a.m. ET

and no crowd is blocking the way.

What is Takuan writing about? Surely not pickled radish. Hmmm!

Like the empty sky,

It has no boundaries,

Yet it is right in this place,

Ever profound and clear.

When you seek to know it,

You cannot see it.

You cannot take hold of it.

But you cannot lose it.

In not being able to get it,

You get it.

When you are silent, it speaks.

The great gate is wide open

To bestow alms,

And no crowd is blocking the way.

—Takuan Sōhō (沢庵 宗彭; December 24, 1573 – January 27, 1645)

The unnamable?

 The untamable?

The no-name reality?

The redoubtable and misnomered Hashem?

Despite our immersion in it we are fish unable to name water, birds unable to word sky, earthworms without an idea of soil, humans without a haiku of air.

And yet, we pass through and go on.

There is no believing in God. There is only moving-through-reality.

This moving-through-reality is our nature. When we move mindfully and with a semblance of grace we practice our True Nature.

This True Nature is our surround, our inner core, our permeable and pervasive presence without name or form.

Just now . . . the cawing of crow!

Just now, the arriving cat stepping on chest.

Just now . . .

night

 My world gets smaller

I look at full moon

Between ragged and bald mtns —

Only moonlight

ascolta il suono di ciò che viene detto

Tolstoy writes:

At the beginning of each chapter, besides a brief indication of its subject, I have given the words which correspond to that chapter from the prayer Jesus taught his disciples. 

When I had finished my work I found to my surprise and joy that the Lord's Prayer is nothing but a very concise expression of the whole teaching of Jesus in the very order in which I had arranged the chapters, and that each phrase of the prayer corresponds to the meaning and sequence of the chapters: 

1. Our Father, Man is a son of God
2. Which art in Heaven, God is the infinite
3. spiritual source of life.
4. Hallowed be Thy Name, May this source
5. of life be held holy
6. Thy Kingdom come, May his power be
7. realized in all men
8. Thy will be done, as in heaven, May
9. the will of his infinite source be fulfilled as it is in himself
10. So on earth, so also in the bodily
11. life.
12. Give us our daily bread, Temporal life
13. is the food of the true life.
14. Each day. True life is in the present.
15. And forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors,
16. And let not the mistakes and errors of the past hide that true
17. life from us.
18. And lead us not into temptation, And
19. may they not lead us into delusion,
20. But deliver us from evil, And so there
21. shall be no evil.
22. For thine is the kingdom the power, and the glory,
23. And may thy power, and strength, and wisdom, prevail.

    (--From Preface by Tolstoy to his Gospel in Brief)

Dog, Ensō, cat, Panta rhei (Ancient Greek: πάντα ῥεῖ) translates to "everything flows" or "all things are in motion.”), and I lounge on porch as sun drifts off to the side diminishing warmth of sunporch. Captain of Sandokai-Edelweiss has gone to Rockland to check on damage to hull from last week’s banging against Journey’s End Marina dock from high winds and sea.

October leans to its conclusion with chill sun and lovely colors. I’ve begun Chemo pills and my body feels gossamer and insubstantial unless it is showing me ways to be annoying. Nights are 70 minutes of unconscious and then awake to pass water, then down again. A series of naps until dawn. So, too, the day, body’s attempt to retrieve sleep as the co-monastic attempts to feed me anything that will permit me passage from room to room.  

I love juxtaposing Wittgenstein and Tolstoy with Heather Cox Richardson and Sgt Curtis' traffic stop videos. We watch Britbox last few nights (that steely-jaw’d flawed copper Bancroft). She got her comeuppance last night.

Mustered up strength to get to CAT scan Thursday (uh oh) and prison Friday (still a joy). Aside from these excursions I am a sluggish fool. 

But of good-enough cheer. 

Trump and politics have become detritus and slither offshore in my attention. 

I would love to learn to pray. And remain close to ground as I do so.

Mostly I sit still and 

    ascolta il suono di ciò che viene detto 

    (listen to the sound of what is being said.)

Being, listening, and stillness -- these, I suspect, are good ways of learning prayer.

to destroy the illusion of the temporal life of the past and future

At prison this morning (the slog in and out was slow and labored) we spoke about “Oneness is Love is God” and "This is I Am In Itself”. One of the men said he wrestles with the notion of ‘free will’ and thinks about compatibilism. 

Compatibilism is the philosophical view that free will and determinism are logically compatible, meaning an agent can be both fully determined by prior causes and still possess a meaningful form of free will and moral responsibility. --wikipedia)

Then, we briefly looked at this:

Finally, from Leo Tolstoy’s Preface to his Gospel in Brief (1892-1896) a synthesis of the four New Testament Gospels. He writes: That work consists of four parts:

1. An account (Confession) of the course of my own life and of the thoughts which led me to the conviction that the Christian teaching contains the truth.

2. An examination of the Christian teaching: first according to its interpretation by the Orthodox Russo-Greek Church, then according to its interpretation by the Church in general-by the Apostles, the Councils, the so-called Fathers of the Church-and an exposure of what is false in those interpretations.

3. An examination of Christian teaching not according to those interpretations but solely according to what has come down to us of Christ's teaching, as ascribed to him in the Gospels.

4. An exposition of the real meaning of Christ's teaching, the reasons why it has been perverted, and, the consequences to which it should lead.

 

The division of the Gospel into twelve chapters (or six if each two be united) came about of itself from the sense of the teaching. This is the meaning of those chapters:

 

1.       Man is the son of an infinite source: a son of that Father not by the flesh but by the spirit.

2.       Therefore man should serve that source in spirit.

3.       The life of all men has a divine origin. It alone is holy.

4.       Therefore man should serve that source in the life of all men. Such is the will of the Father.

5.       The service of the will of that Father of life gives life.

6.       Therefore the gratification of one's own will is not necessary for life.

7.       Temporal life is food for the true life.

8.       Therefore the true life is independent of time: it is in the present.

9.       Time is an illusion of life; life in the past and in the future conceals from men the true life of   

              the present.

10.   Therefore man should strive to destroy the illusion of the temporal life of the past and future.

11.   True life is life in the present, common to all men and manifesting itself in love.

12.   Therefore, he who lives by love in the present, through the common life of all men, unites with    

              the Father, the source and foundation of life.

https://ccel.org/ccel/tolstoy/gospel/gospel.ii.html 

We speak of Wittgenstein, then tathata (the true state of things), (Tathata (Sanskrit: तथता) is a Buddhist concept translated as "suchness" or "thusness". It refers to the ultimate, true nature of reality as it is, stripped of mental constructs, labels, and dualistic thinking. The Buddha often referred to himself as the Tathagata, meaning "one who has thus gone" or "one who has arrived at suchness". [1, 2].

We waddle through Roethke’s final lines of my favorite poem:

What does what it should do needs nothing more.

The body moves, though slowly, toward desire.

We come to something without knowing why.

(--Poem, "The Manifestation" by Theodore Roethke)

Five of us willing to look at the tunnel turning and opening to the open. One of the men will be leaving prison in twenty days and returning to the Deep South to start again efforts of a non-drug life. He spoke his concerns. We listened. Each of us walking a sidewalk in different city passing different storefronts on our way to our own front stoop.

Two of the men time-frozen in place.

Goodbyes and arrivals. Their concern is affectionate. 

We walk out into October chill.