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Don’t Pretend That You Understand When You Don't, Just Listen
Thursday, October 8, 2015 14:51
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For many years I taught law at a major university in Sydney, Australia. I still teach law, but not at the same place. I used to see my law students—thousands of them—do the very same thing I did when I was a law student back in the early to mid-1970s. They—as I did in my time—tried to write down in lectures everything that I said, or at least everything that they thought that Ithought was important and needed to be known and regurgitated at exam time.
I well remember when I was a law student. By the way, the present Australian Prime MinisterMalcolm Turnbull was in my law classes way back then. We all knew then that he would go places. For starters, he told us that he would. No, not exactly. But we all knew it. He was then the brightest fellow in the room, and he still is. But I digress.
Anyway, I would write down everything the lecturer said—well, as much as I could—rarely understanding the complicated legal doctrines, rules and principles the lecturer was pontificating about. I always hoped that the lecture material would make sense to me when I got home. I would read and re-read my notes on the train going home but seldom would the stuff make much sense to me. So, when it came my turn to be the lecturer I would say to my students, ‘If you don’t understand what the hell I’m saying, pleasedon’t write it down. Just listen. Listen carefully. Ask questions. Do anything but don’t just write it down in the vain hope that it will all come together later, for it seldom will.’
Here’s a little Zen story slightly on the point. A monk came to the celebrated Zen master Pai-chang and asked, ‘What’s the most wonderful thing in the world?’ Pai-chang replied, ‘I sit on top of this mountain.’ Impressed, the monk paid homage to the master, ceremonially folding his hands. So, of course, Pai-chang hit the monk with his keisaku(stick). We all need to be hit at times with a keisaku—metaphorically speaking, of course. There are many ways of waking up to the real. I have always favoured the direct, hard-hitting, no-nonsense approach. Zap! Sock! Kapow! Whack! Whamm! (Shades of TV’s Batman.)
Now, the monk did not understand the import and significance of Pai-chang’s statement, ‘I sit on top of this mountain,’ but he felt he had to give the impression that he understood. We are just like that monk. Someone tells us a joke which we don’t quite understand, but which we assume is funny, so we laugh nervously. ‘Oh, that is funny,’ we say, hoping that the other person won’t notice that we don’t get the joke.
Life can only be experienced from within. No one can unlock the so-called mysteries of life for us—no priest, minister, guru or teacher. Direct, immediate and unmediated experience of the real is the only way to know and understand. We must learn to listen. That reminds me of J. Krishnamurti’s many encounters with his audiences. This would happen quite often. Krishnamurti would ask some metaphysical question, and someone in the audience would respond with some pat answer, such as ‘There is no self,’ or ‘The knower and the known are one.’ Krishnamurti would snap back, ‘He is copying someone else.’ (That someone else was usually Krishnamurti, something that annoyed him no end.)
Don’t copy. Don’t write it down. Don’t pretend to understand when you don’t. Listen to the voice of the real—that is, the voice of experience. Self-knowledge and understanding, gained from a life lived mindfully from one moment to the next, is worth so much more than all the book knowledge and so-called wisdom of the masters put together.