I'm reading something by Koryu Osaka on the 公安 無. And he wrote what's in the title of this post more or less, or at least that's attributed to him somewhere in that text. No matter.
I'm reading stuff on Buddhism in the blogspace, stuff that seems re-hashed, and to some degree recycled. I've rarely, if ever, recycled anything, myself; I can't fault those who do, but I wouldn't recycle anything on this blog until I re-edit a bunch of old posts and publish them together. At least that's my plan.
But the stuff I read on Buddhism in the blogspace...it tends towards being quite ...um...not what I'd intended to be blogging about in the Buddhist blogspace (please don't get me started on celebrity meatspace-op blog posts either, but chacun a son goûts.) And there's still that feeling I've had of late...everything is exactly the way it should be. Flaws and ignorance and hatred and all. My own hatred and anger and stupidity and basest rage and all that comes with that and all that is misplaced, disowned, lost, and forgotten or repressed. That too is exactly as it should be - it is as though it is neither overdetermined or underdetermined; it's n equations in n unknowns, so to speak.
It's all 無. Those Buddhist blog posts, this Buddhist blog post, it's all 無. Ditto for self/no-self, poisons, celebrities, misplaced interpretations of sutras, vestigial rantings about George W. Bush, etc. etc.
It's exactly the way it should be; it's all the product of aggregates that have come together, dependent on previous conditions, states, actions, etc, to be exactly the way it is now.
Is this making any sense at all? Hope so. And the nature of the "self" is just like this.