Divisions and Precisions

A Sunday morning conversation about

A Sunday morning conversation about this news item:

The Seed says "Then there is the picture of the Buddhist monk beating a flaming effigy of the leader of Pakistan. Yeah dude, way to stay out of politics, ascend the self, and find nirvana..."
Fate would probably do the same, if someone were burning my sacred images.
Fate says "And using rockets on them."
The Seed says "Hey, I'm a monk. I'm supposed to dedicate my life to silencing all internal thought and attaining utter stillness. In return for this valuble service to the community (sitting on my ass being the valuable service) the people around me clothe me, feed me, and give me nice things -- cause they hope than 20 lifetimes from now they can be a monk and sit around on thier ass. Now I'm gonna totally go against everything my religion stands for and beat that booty with a stick..."
The Seed finds it ironic that this act of desecration would actually please the Buddha to no end.
Fate says "It would?"
The Seed says "You know, that whole "no gods, no priests, no images" thing...."
Fate says "This is true..."
The Seed says "Sidhartha's ultimate message was, "No one and nothing can give this to you. You have to walk the hard road, and in the end you do it alone." Then he dies and they steal his bones and make them into magical rings that if you stuff them into your nose as you're dying you go straight to Nirvana..."
Fate says "People always want a shortcut."
Fate says "And they always want something magical about their beliefs."
The Seed says "I have to think that he and Christ get together sometimes and are like, "Yo, Jesse, those people paying attention yet?" "Naw, Sid, they ain't got no skills. They dis all over my groove." "Amen Brother, I hear that. They make me look fat in all the statues, then shoot them with rockets..."