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Buddysta i Kapitalista

"W końcu to ludzie zamożni robią znacznie lepszy użytek ze swoich funduszy niż rządowi biurokraci."
-RAYMOND J. KEATING (IHT)

Otaczają mnie meble, komputer, telefon, za oknem droga, sklepy, samochody. Wszystkie te rzeczy są dla mnie dostępne, są gotowe służyć mi pomocą, gwarantować wygodę, bezpieczeństwo. Za każdą z tych rzeczy z kolei stoją niezliczeni ludzie, którzy poświęcają swój czas i energię by rzeczy te były zawsze w zasięgu moich rąk. Jakże nieskończone jest ludzkie dobro otaczające mnie każdego dnia, jak łaskawi wszyscy ludzie...

Ten buddyjski sposób patrzenia na świat jest raczej obcy nam, ludziom zachodu. Jesteśmy bardziej skorzy dopatrywać się chciwości niż dobra w motywach otaczających nas ludzi. After all, business is business. Który z tych sposobów patrzenia na świat jest lepszy lub bardziej inspirujący to temat na długą dyskusję, ale kto ma tu rację?

Patrząc racjonalnie na postawę Buddysty i kapitalisty możemy łatwo dość do wniosku, że racji nie ma ani jeden ani drugi. Wynika to z prostej przyczyny, mianowicie takiej, że niektórzy kierują się bardziej wyrozumiałością, a niektórzy głównie chciwością. Nikt jednak, a tym bardziej żadne społeczeństwo czy cywilizacja nie kieruje się tylko jednym.

W takim razie, co jest motorem decyzyjnym napedzającym współczesną gospodarkę? Jest nim to co ekonomiści lubią nazywać "niewidzialną ręką rynku". Jest to łączny skutek wszystkich decyzji podejmowanych przez zarządy korporacji, rządy i osoby handlujące akcjami. Zrozumienie działania rynku okazuje się bardzo trudne, a przewidywanie gdzie niewidzialna dłoń zabierze nas w przyszłości (nawet niedalekiej) jest praktycznie niemożliwe. W 2002 roku Daniel Kahneman otrzymał nagrodę Nobla za wykazanie, że ludzie będący odpowiedzialni za decyzje finansowe często zachowują się irracjonalnie, więc modelowanie rynku na podstawie racjonalnych przesłanek jest niemożliwe.

Jedno jest jednak pewne, kto ma pieniądze ma władze. To właśnie ludzie bogaci, a szerzej, ich korporacje decydują gdzie i kogo zatrudnią, od kogo będą kupować, z kim będą współpracować, a z kim nie. Te decyzje mają namacalną wartość dla ludzi, gdyż oznaczają one możliwość znalezienia pracy lub jej brak.

A więc kto powinien mieć pieniądze? Pan Raymond J. Keating twierdzi, że najlepiej spisują się one w rękach bogaczy, a nie w rękach rządów. To, że rządy potrafią pieniądze marnować wiemy wszyscy. Z doświadczeń komunizmu wiemy, ze jeśli jedynie aparat władzy dysponuje kapitałem to skutki są opłakane. Ale z drugiej strony spójrzmy na Afrykę. Ten kontynent jest tak biedny, że trudno mówić o pieniądzach posiadanych przez tamtejsze rządy. Pieniądze którymi dysponują te zadłużone kraje są tak niewielkie, że kilka większych korporacji mogłoby je wykupić, gdyby tylko im się to opłacało. Decyzje podejmowane przez świat biznesu często oznaczają być albo nie być dla państw Afrykańskich. Mamy więc wspaniały model tego co dzieje się gdy naprawdę rządzą korporacje. Te międzynarodowe giganty często zapewniają wielkie zyski i zatrudnienie swoim amerykańskim lub europejskim oddziałom, ale z Afryki importują tylko surowce narzucając ceny o jakich nie mogłyby marzyć w domu.

No więc komu dać te nieszczęsne pieniądze? Czy powinny one pozostać na kontach bezdusznych przedsiębiorstw, czy trafić do kieszeni biurokratów? W naszym demokratycznym świecie nie możemy pozwolić na to, żeby władza pozostawała w rękach nieobieralnych władz – zarządów wielkich firm. Moim zdaniem, podatki powinny być tak niskie, żeby nie dławić gospodarki, ale nie niższe. Aby demokracja była rzeczywiście władzą ludu, a nie "niewidzialnej ręki rynku" podatki muszą być wysokie. Tylko w ten sposób za decyzjami podejmowanymi przez obieralne gabinety, stać będą środki konieczne by je realizować.

Polsce jeszcze daleko do podejmowania takich decyzji. Musimy najpierw rozkręcić naszą gospodarkę, obniżając podatki i redukując biurokrację na którą nas nie stać. Tym nie mniej, kiedy to już się uda, to przyda nam się państwo opiekuńcze, które zapewni nam edukację, zdrowie, drogi, dynamiczną kulturę, etc.
Musimy też myśleć w większych skalach. Wkraczamy do opiekuńczego super-państwa jakim jest Unia Europejska, niech nam wyjdzie to na dobre. Afryka jednak pozostaje biedna, wiec potrzebne są jeszcze większe, globalne struktury, które dbać będą o zachowanie zasad fair-trade. Czy doczekamy się uczciwej konkurencji dla Światowej Organizacji Handlu?


At five in the morning...

I have not yet progressed very far in my meditations.
The only concepts I have fully realized are two. One, how precious this life is and how important it is to create good karma by trying to live the dharma; and two, the unreality of existence.

The latter concept has always been fascinating for me philosophically. I have long ago decided that 'the world does not exist' and I lived accordingly, selectively contemplating only the desirable experiences, while not dwelling upon the unpleasant.

Physical world is unreal, subjective. You experience it only through your senses, which vary with your mood, attitude, prior experiences. What you see is different then what others see, so how can we talk about any reality beyond the subjective, or inter-subjective at best?

But if I punch the wall, the wall seems very real, causing pain in my hand. This is because my hand is also a part of this world and as such is equally unreal as the wall. My body is a part of this unreal system, and a system it is. Despite it's subjectivity, the physical world is consistent. Due to this fact rational science can exist.

At some point I embraced solipsism but was fighting it's main argument: "I think therefore I am". For if all is unreal, why should my self be exempt from this law?

A consciousness (or Ego) is the sum of one's experiences, feelings, memories. All of them are equally subjective, equally unreal. My ego is a sum of unreal thoughts. How do I know this? Because when I don't think, my ego ceases to exist!
However I am still here. Or am I not here? Here is equally unreal, therefore I am everywhere...

You noticed I use the words subjective and unreal interchangeably. The reason for this is my long struggle with the concept of 'Truth'. The truth is that which is objective, real and therefore absolute. There is no such thing in the world!

In this world we may only have inter-subjective or subjective half-truths. Three kinds of these half-truths exist: scientific claims may be valid, subjective experiences may be beautiful, inter-subjective morals may be good. No statement can be absolute, none can be true.

The absolute is only beyond the world, it is inside each being.

Reductio ad absurdum

Reading Wilber, I begun to contemplate an old problem, which he mentions a few times in his book. The problem is that of "What is consciousness?"
I remember talking about this years ago with friends, when I was arguing the body-mind duality, while one of my friends took the rational, reductionistic stance by which he claimed that our consciousness is but a byproduct of biochemical reactions in our brains. Many scientists seem to believe that this is the correct approach to studying the mind, and claim that one day we will be able to view, explain and control a person's experiences by manipulating their neurons.

In his integral postmodernism Wilber tries to do away with such reductionisms and talks about the brain and the mind as two aspects of one holon (indivisible entity). The brain is the outside aspect of this holon (existing in what he calls the "it domain"), while the mind is its inside aspect (in the "I domain").
He claims there is no way to experience another mind, because it will always be on the other side of another "I". Because holons are indivisible, we cannot dissect another person’s brain in order to get into their mind. In fact any dissection will destroy both the brain and mind, leaving us with a collection of neurons (also holons in their own right).

I'd like to affirm this view, because it seems quite obvious and dissolves the original problem, making both brain and mind equally real in their own domains. The mind may be correlated with the inner workings of a brain, but it is not those workings. Just take a very simple nervous system, of an earthworm for instance. If I remember my biology, this creature possesses only a small number of neurons, correlated into a simple network, which allows it to respond to such stimuli as heat, mechanical stress, physical and chemical composition of its environment. We may very well explain and control it's reactions (ergo experiences) by manipulating these parameters, but we will never be able to be say what it feels like to be an earthworm. We shall never fully understand what it's experiences are, we can only observe the reactions. We can only access it's surface, never it's depth.

People often rejected claims that simpler organisms have any consciousness. I do acknowledge, that they may not posses self-consciousness, intelligence and other aspects of our mind, but they do have their minds of their own. To deny this is an all too human chauvinism, which I hope will die along with modernity.

What a day this has been.

What a truly incredible day this has been for me. So many things happened and each one was grander then the former. I am exhausted, but very happy, very alive :)

It all started early in the morning, when I was lying sleeplessly in bed (after a coffee too strong too late) having read quite a bit of Wilber's 'Brief History of Everything'. Right then, in the early hours of the morning I had a brief flash of realization, which allowed me to order his integral approach to cognition and consciousness into a 4 dimensional hyperspace geometrical model. Then reducing the four dimensions, to what he refers to as The Big Three, I was able to comprehend a postmodern integral ethics. I know, this means nothing so far. It's just my shorthand for what I read, but I promise to write an essay about it soon.

Later, after a few hours I awoke and went to what was supposed to be the gist of today -- a Meditation Retreat Day at the Kashyapa Buddhist centre here. The day consisted of three meditations, each of which had a lesson for me. The first one (On the precious human life) reminded me how fortunate I am to be alive, well and able to lead a good life with a pure mind. The second (On death and impermanence) had a very personal message for me. It made me realize what is the greatest obstacle on my spiritual path, namely self-grasping. The last meditation (On the law of Karma) made me realize, that putting the integral ethics (the early morning idea) into practice could guide me on my path and give my actions meaning for the benefit of others. It was a truly beautiful and inspiring retreat.

After leaving the centre I walked to Lister Park, a place I had previously heard of, but never visited. Upon entering I realized that this is exactly what I was missing in Bradford: a park with water, a botanical garden, a water-garden and a gallery. The Cartwright Gallery, situated in a very nice Victorian (I think) building, houses quite a nice collection of art -- mainly of Indian origin (!).
Unfortunately I got there only a half an hour before closing and I only had time to fully contemplate a temporary exhibition, entitled 'Made in India'(!). Quite an interesting exhibition, that, consisting of objects made by Indian peasants out of used tinfoil. Fascinating, yet disturbing. We truly live in different worlds.

When I left the gallery I started to head for home, but as I wondered through the park I noticed a gigantic slim tower in the distance. My curiosity got the better of me and I headed to explore an unknown part of Bradford. What I discovered took my speech and breath away.
I came to the Manningham Mill. Imagine a building which stretches as far as your eyes can see, full of broken windows through which sky evidences a lack of any roof. Imagine a metal staircase on one of the walls, leading from one level to another, but without any stairs. Imagine the emptiness of a building which takes you minutes and minutes to walk around. Imagine birds as its only inhabitants, flying freely through it's vast open spaces. Imagine finally looking up at the gigantic tower and realizing that it is a chimney of a colossal furnace which boiled water for the mill's mammoth steam engine. Imagine low passing clouds above the chimney vaguely suggesting that this monstrous decaying corpse was once a living entity in which hundreds, maybe thousands of people worked every day.
And suddenly I was there. I was there, back in 1870 when the mill opened, I was one of the people brought in from India to the heartland of the Empire. I worked in the mill everyday, I saw the sweat the pain, the tears and blood of hardworking men and women in the mill. The Mill. It remembers the anguish and hope, the happiness and joy of this new found home, new found luxury, new found life in the Empire.
And then, just as suddenly I was back in 2003. The Mill was dead, but the people still live here, impoverished, ashamed. Some still remember the glory days of Bradford's textile industry. Some probably still come here to watch and pay their deeds to this rotting carcass of industrial modernity.
This adventure was my karmic reward for diligent meditation, but karma is not without it's sense of irony. As I gathered my breath and regained my composure, I walked back toward the homeward street... only to pass Endy -- a brand new shop selling textiles imported from India.

All this was quite enough for one day of any mortal, and yet this was the day of the European referendum in Poland. My eyes filled with tears of joy as I watched pictures from my home town and heard the news that over 80% of my countrymen voted in favour of joining the EU, with attendance of almost 60%. Poland is finally coming back to Europe after over a century of banishment.

What a day this has been.

Strobe life

Strobe life

(pub)
(party) (music) (party-music)
(people) (flashing ligts) (screens)
(drinks) (drink) (cigarettes)
(words) (stobe conversations)
(friends?)
(party or die)
(another pub)
(more partymusic) (partypeople)
(intercourse of disconnected realities)
(would you like to be a celebrity on a box of margarine?)

What if i don't like it? What if it means nothing?
Stay home, rest, wait.
Find reality within others or myself, but not at this party.

"Go to another party
and hang myself
gently on the shelf"

Poland vs. Iraq

"Poland occupies Iraq, because it won the war against it. Everybody knows that Iraq had been Poland’s primary enemy for centuries. Iraq had coveted Poland’s freedom, its enormous wealth, and its fair-haired women, whose beauty is famous throughout the world. Iraq’s biggest dream—as every child knows—was to destroy our 1,000-year-old culture and civilization, to conquer our fertile lands and elegant cars, and to sterilize the every Polish male so they could be eunuchs in Baghdad harems."

The quotes come from one of the best articles I read recently.
It was written by Andrzej Stasiuk and published in Allgemeine Zeitung, Forum and the World Press Review.
You can find it here and you should read it if you want a good laugh.

"I wanted to get into a better mood, so I switched on the radio. A government minister said that 'our presence in Iraq is very important, since we have an extensive experience in transformation'."

Yes, we Poles know all about transformation. If we were to decide the way forward for Iraq, it would first sell everyting it could and then join the European Union :)

The Power...

I have not been watching television for over 4 months now. What helped me most, was the fact that I don't have a TV here in Bradford, but I wanted to try living without TV anyway. There are TV rooms available for me and most of my friends own receivers, so it would not be a problem to watch 'the telly' had I chosen to do so. But I chose not to.

"The power of trust"

I must say that after four months, you look at television differently. If you see it everyday, you get used to it and accept it as it is. However, if you see it for the first time after a long break, what you see is horrifying.

"The power of experience"

I visited a friend yesterday, and his kids were watching TV. When I came into the room I saw two (otherwise very active and talkative) children staring silently at the screen. A commercial was on, showing scenes from movies and shows. Each picture lasted less then a second. Less then the blink of an eye, almost subliminal and the colours were brighter and more attractive than any you could see in the world. The children were sitting there hypnotised, while a soft voice was explaining that they can buy a new packed of cable TV, to get even more shows!

"The power of reporting"

Today I went to buy some food from a restaurant. While waiting for my order, I noticed that CNN was on. First some business news was on. The formula was similar to that of the commercial: pictures were shown (none of the pictures lasted more than a few seconds), while a voice speaking very, very quickly was explaining the rise and fall of certain stock options on the market.
After a few 'spots' like that, a commercial came and advertised CNN itself. Formula again the same: sub-second images from various news reports, shown in full colour and a soft seductive voice saying:

"The power of CNN"

A lot has been said about TV making people stupid, so much so, that hardly anyone listens anymore. But not enough has been said about how much you can gain if you just stop watching it.

Why does TV make us stupid?
This is fairly simple and most people know it, yet they choose to ignore it... If you have a screen which displays constant movement, your attention is drawn to it. The images which you see don't last long, you don't have enough time to consider what you're looking at, before the next one arrives. Thus you must resign to sit there mindlessly as your brain is bombarded by superfluous information.

The images we see are meant to be very attractive: colourful, sexy, funny and/or 'important'. We are taught to enjoy this activity and many people consider it to be a rest! But it is not a rest, it is one of the most draining activities. After watching TV for some time, your brain gets tired because it cannot keep up with all this information.
Many people say that in that situation their brain just 'switches off', thus allowing it to rest. I agree that it switches off, but it isn't resting. How many times after watching tv for hours did you get up with this great feeling of rest? If you stop watching TV do you feel fresh and awake like after you wake up?

The fact is that your brain does switch off, and it stays off.
Watching TV drains you intellectually. How do I know? Well try not watching TV for a couple of months and you'll see.
I am now more active and creative then ever. After "I quit TV" I suddenly had much more time for myself. More time to read, more time to rest, more time to party.
Suddenly I have all these ideas, all these thoughts come to me, I don't even have time to write them down, but I enjoy them immensely. You should really try it!

I wonder... Maybe someday people will realize how healthy quitting TV is and we'll shake this habit like we're trying to get rid of smoking now.

Do we have to have proof that TV causes stupidity like we have proof that smoking causes cancer? Do we need a 'Psychiatrist General Warning'? I hope not, because we will have to wait very ling for that...


Nowa Europa

Stary York
Z mojej ulubionej serii pt. Nowa Europa, dzis mialem bardzo przyjemne doswiadczenie...

Odwiedzilem historyczne miasto York (ten stary) w polnocnej Anglii. Miasto stare i piekne, chociaz po tym co o nim wczesniej slyszalem bylem troche zawiedziony. Glowna atrakcja miasta jest York Minster -- wielka anglikanska katedra i mur obronny, po ktorym mozna sie przejsc na przyjemny spacer.
Galerie sztuki odwiedzilem dwie. W Impressions Gallery byla dosc ciekawa, choc moze troche zbyt doslowna (jak na gusty moich wspoltowarzyszy) wystawa fotografii Max'a Kandhola zatytulowana 'Illustrations of Life'. Przedstawiajala ona zdjecia starego czlowieka w szpitalu. Niektore zdjecia byly piekne, ale ostatnie dwie serie zatytulowane 'Final transfusion' i 'Ash' byly dosc... zreszta interpretacja zawsze 'in the eye of the beholder'.
Reflektujac nad smiercia i ulotna natura zycia przeszlismy do York Art Gallery, w ktorej odkrylismy kilka ciekawych prac wspolczesnych i cala mase staroci, za realizmem ktorych niestety nie przepadam.

No dobrze, ale o co chodzi z Nowa Europa? No wiec, na wycieczce tej bylem nie sam, ale w piecioosobowej grupie. Grupa ta laczyla w sobie wiecej niz Europe (Dania, Anglia, Polska), bo rowniez Azje (Chiny i Japonia). Jedzadz lunch (oczywiscie Fish and Chips) i pijac herbatke (w pretensjonalnej Betty's) mielismy szanse omowic wiele zagadnien miedzynarodowej polityki... Oczywiscie przedewszystkim obgadywalismy pana Busha :)
Towazyszyla nam przepiekna Japonka, ktora przyjechala na kilka dni z Kirgizstanu, wiec mielismy rowniez szanse porozmawiac troche o tym malym, biednym, post-sowieckim kraju.

Gdzie poza Europa, no gdzie?

cure for pain

leze sobie
slucham morphine
'cure for pain'
samotny samotnik

na scianie, na czerwonych pierdolonych drzwiach codziennych
codzienny czerwony napis
'in case of fire'
instrukcja nie przeczytana
gdzie instrukcja 'in case of none'?

248 magiczna liczba logiki
nawet zabawa szklanymi paciorkami dzis nie ciagnie
nawet imprezy

co za zmora, uczucie bez nazwy
nie samotnosc nie nuda
apatia

apathy
a surrogate name
for a surrogate emotion

"Hold both hands against the door and dig your feet into the floor
Tell ya there's no map and there's no clue
Of where to go and what to do
Who to dog and who to ride and who to hold
Forever by your side
Mary won't you call my name"