No View Worth a Quarrel
Every school calls its own teaching perfect and its rival's wretched, and the argument never ends. The chapter of eights asks what a wise person does with a view, if not fight for it.
Contentions and disputes, the poems say, spring from what is dear: people defend a view as they defend a possession, seek praise for it and call themselves the only experts. A person is not made pure by holding the right view, or by knowledge alone. The sage these poems describe has cut the knot of attachment, does not say 'I am infinitely pure', regards no teaching as the best and so has nothing to quarrel over. Not holding a view is not a cleverer view: it is the end of clinging.
- non-attachment
- attachment
- wisdom
- equanimity
- knowledge
- desire
Enter a dialogue
- Your poems trace quarrels and disputes to what is dear to us. Why would someone hold a view about the world the way they hold a possession?
- Someone wins argument after argument in front of others and feels worse each time. What do your poems on disputes say is happening to them?
- A brahmin offers you his beautiful daughter in marriage, and you call her body a thing full of filth. Why answer such an offer so harshly?
- Someone who says "I am infinitely pure" has, on your account, already gone wrong. What is the mistake in claiming purity?
- Holding no view sounds like having no convictions at all. How do your poems tell the sage apart from someone who believes nothing?