Making amends

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--- lotusaware <lotusaware wrote:

> Sorry Ken,

> 1+1 does not equal 1 in Boolean Algebra,

 

Sorry Mr Lotusaware,

That must be why my students kept failing their

exams!!!!!

 

In fact we wicked English have this nasty habit of

using irony which was the first part of my posting

aimed at the limited view that teachers place upon

young minds.

The second was just a unrelated comment but thrown in

as a reference to the delights of Maths on that

thread.

The abbreviated posting was because it is so hot here

in England that I am thinking of moving to Chennai for

some cool weather and typing long mails was too much

last week.

 

To make amends here is a story with an advaitin twist

for you.

 

'Imagine that you are driving a train with 100

passengers and at the first station 20 people get off

the train and none get on. At the next station 50

people get on the train and 30 get off. ( See, I am

making this easy.) At the next station 1000 people

get on to go to ( a cricket match if you are in India,

a football match if you are in England and a game of

baseball if you are in US ) and 10 get off. Another

700 get on at the next station and everyone disembarks

at the final station except for one man who has been

asleep for the whole journey.'

 

 

Now the question comes and as it is very easy I am

reluctant to ask it of such a group of fine minds as

are on this site but the sun is drawing out my

madness:

 

Here is the question:

 

 

What is the name of the driver of the train?

 

This story has been used to begin some recent meetings

on the use of name.

As no one has yet answered correctly it would be

interesting to see if a similar failing comes when

reading the puzzle??

 

The failure to hear the initial impulse of an action

as the ahamkara so swiftly takes over mind may be

echoed by a failure to note the first statement in the

story as the mind gets involved with liking or not

liking math(s) problems.

 

Another good question from this is 'Who is driving the

train?' and then we can ask, 'Who is I?'

 

So here is a poem written by someone called Michael

Dillon called 'Who is I?' to end a

 

'So diligent in search, no stone unturned,

He strove to find the Truth for which he yearned;

And when at last a Teacher he descried:

‘I want to know’ .. . ‘I have long sought’.. . he

cried,

‘I heard some say’... ‘I read somewhere of this...’

‘I long to find the path to perfect bliss...’

Amid the clamour loud the Teacher gave a sigh,

Then quietly he asked the question: ‘Who is I?’

 

2

The speaker stopped and gaped a moment, then

He thumped his chest and raised his voice again:

‘I am Aloysius Smith, from far I come,

‘I left my family and friends and home,

‘I search for Truth; this pearl of price I seek,

‘If you can help I beg you now to speak.’

He paused and in the hush there came a second sigh,

Again he heard the quiet question: ‘Who is I?’

 

3

His parted lips this time no sound came through,

At last his teeming brain had caught the clue;

He dropped his eyes before the Teacher’s gaze,

His hands hung limp, no longer could he raise

His head, but sank upon one knee, bowed low,

As one who had received a stunning blow.

His pride was pierced, he gave a heartfelt sigh

And, softly speaking, said: ‘Sir, show me, who is I?’

 

 

 

 

 

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