Showing posts with label samurai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label samurai. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Anger...
In the book, The Power of Myth, Joseph Campbell retells an old Japanese legend about a samurai who had "the duty to avenge the murder of his overlord." But, in the moment he was about to use his sword to strike down his adversary, the man spat in the samurai's face. "And (so) the warrior sheathed the sword and walked away."
Campbell explains how the warrior was angered by the act of spitting, and realized if he struck down the man in rage it would have become "a personal act." That was not what the samurai had come to do, says Campbell.
It rings of Luke Skywalker's temptation to strike down the Emperor--an act that would have altered Luke's fate forever, as the act would have been one based in anger and hatred. This would have made him as malevolent as the one he sought to destroy.
While emotion may be a useful and powerful thing, anger and fear can distort. They can blacken our hearts and create reactions not thought through with a rational mind.
Viewed historically (and on a larger scale), armies have been mobilized based on anger-inducing propaganda. After all, if there is only compassion for the other side in a conflict, what soldier would pick up a weapon to kill? What population would give consent to a war that had no villain?
I'm not saying what wars have been justified and which have not. I'm just saying that the masses can be swayed either way by the right use of media. And often, anger is the emotion targeted in order to influence large groups of people.
On an individual scale, anger can also make us do things we shouldn't. Such emotions can cloud the mind. And even the most passive soul can be angered by something.
I guess it is about whether or not we strike out at others when we become angry, or whether we try to tame the emotions and wait until we can think clearly once again.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Of Action and Regret....
"That samurai was right who refused to compromise his character by a slight humiliation in his youth; 'because,' he said, 'dishonour is like a scar on a tree, which time, instead of effacing, only helps to enlarge.'"
Ah yes, once again the words of Inazo Nitobe's Bushido.
This paragraph deserves some thought. Although the original context is discussing the role of shame, and how this emotion is the basis of all moral behaviour and honour, the scarred tree analogy goes so much further. We all have such wounds that have increased over time rather than diminished. Some are based in matters of confidence; some are in areas of relationships; and some are based in more tangible and physical injuries that we ignored until they spiralled out of control.
Technically speaking, these imperfections are the result of improper understanding and/or teaching, that start out as tiny bad habits, eventually to become glaring weaknesses. This is why accomplished martial artists still listen to constructive criticism. It is why the best athletes in the world still rely on professional coaching.
In this case, dishonour could be interpreted as a lack of humility among one's peers. Or in the misjudged abilities of an adversary.
It could be rooted in a dishonest self-perception, individually, or as a society that puts humanity on a pedestal separate from the natural world.
This is why all actions are best examined closely, lest regret becomes the growing scar on the tree.
Labels:
books,
confidence,
healing,
humility,
nature,
philosophy,
samurai,
teaching
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Words

The Zen tradition of haiku--although I don't study it in depth--is worth some serious thought.
Why? Because it is probably the strongest example of the ancient Japanese obsession with simplicity, effectiveness, and critical observation. It is an exercise of clear mind and articulate execution. Really, it is a reflection of the culture's views on combat, as well, where a warrior seeks to attain the deepest energy and control with the least amount of external effort.
In fact, many samurai were obsessed with this art form, and myth suggests that capturing the perfect words before a battle-induced death was an example of true virtue among the warrior class.
Here are the words of Basho, a samurai's son:
Summer grasses
all that remains
of soldiers dreams.
This work is not only a lesson in the philosophy of war, but life, itself. All in seven words (translated, of course).
It is the same concept of spending one's life trying to make the perfect throw; the perfect strike; or the perfect ukemi. It is akin to summing up a lifetime of training with one perfect thrust of the katana.
All so simplistic but never easy to attain.
Labels:
ancient martial arts,
culture,
history,
philosophy,
poetry,
samurai,
tradition,
zen
Friday, August 27, 2010
rat armor is quite good...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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