When we’re young, we’re easy prey for cultural assortments, doctrinal adhesions and tribal affiliations. In our unexamined middle age, our attachments hang from us like sticky notes on the door of a refrigerator.
I cannot say that I have been improved or elevated by virtue of believing something. Where, then, is the necessity for belief? From the outside, belief appears as a kind of pseudo-knowing, a mind-made obstacle to knowing.
Buddhism doesn’t have a Book, so there’s less to quarrel over, fewer doctrinal adhesions to defend or debate, no one to hold up a weighty tome and intone, “This is the Word of Emptiness.”
Courage comes from the Latin for heart. It’s the essence of a man who sees himself as he is and the world as it is. Not seeing, he succumbs to bullets and beliefs.