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I Remember of once hearing of a Buddhist monk who had spent
nine years sitting facing a wall staring at it. At first,
like every other person who would have heard it, I found it
very strange. A bizarre idea, sitting next to a wall for
nine years, isn't it?
A wall. What can a wall tell a person that he didn't know
beforehand? What can a wall tell a person at all? I thought
about it. I thought about my wall. I had trouble finding it
at first. I looked around me in my room and saw no walls.
Then, I looked inside, into my room inside of me. I found a
wall. Not one, but many.
I found a wall of knowledge. A wall that was all it was
supposed to be - a wall. It created a boundary. It made my
room for me - it created my world. This is a strange wall -
it doesn't set a boundary between my room and yours, like
other walls do, this wall isolates me from more than my
neighbor's room, it isolates me from the world. I feel
detached, alone. I am here. The world is there.
I live in this room. I like it. I am it.
My room is my world. I have no other. My room has no
windows, no doors. I wouldn't know that there was a world
outside my room, if it wasn't for the fact that my walls
aren't soundproof. To live, to be, I don't want to hear. The
music I listen to is sometimes there to serve only one
purpose - to cover the sounds that keep creeping in through
the walls. The books I read are sometimes there to transfer
me into another world. A world of illusion but nevertheless
another world where I can't hear what my walls don't
silence. I don't want to hear, I don't need to. I don't.
My walls aren't soundproof. I'd like to make them such - buy
new ones. To do that, I need money - new wall don't come
cheap nowadays. I learn, I study, I write, I do it all to
earn money. I want to change my walls and buy soundproof
ones. My walls are made of thought, of me. I am thought. My
walls are unbreakable. They are there and will be until I
will no longer be there to look at them. To make them
disappear, I have to stop. To stop thinking. To stop
living.
To break my walls seems hardly possible. I think that this
is what that Buddhist monk was doing - trying to look for a
way to break that wall. Breaking the wall makes you feel
free, makes you eternal, turns you into 'all', into
'everything'. Nine years that monk spent trying to break it.
I don't think he succeeded. He should have looked for a way
to make the wall soundproof.



היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
בבמה מאז 13/5/01 9:27
האתר מכיל תכנים שיתכנו כבלתי הולמים או בלתי חינוכיים לאנשים מסויימים.
אין הנהלת האתר אחראית לכל נזק העלול להגרם כתוצאה מחשיפה לתכנים אלו.
אחריות זו מוטלת על יוצרי התכנים. הגיל המומלץ לגלישה באתר הינו מעל ל-18.
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