"Don't think- feel! It is like a finger pointing away to the moon. Don't focus on the finger or you will miss all the heavenly glory!"
Bruce Lee, Enter the Dragon, 1973
Music by Dylan Tauber:
He finished his project, but died 3 weeks before his film was released. He almost got there, but
even for Bruce, The Ethiopian Woman remained an elusive vision- close enough to make him kiup, but just far enough to keep dreaming. It was this self drive, his friends say, that killed him.
We are comming to a period of evolution. Spiritual Man vs. macho/ego man. We either win the battle against teh demons in our heads and become people of Love, or our humanity will consume itself and implode into self destruction. With God's help I will someday becoem a full jedi/Dolphin, and find the Ethiopian Woman of my vision, but until then my struggle continues. Meanwhile, Abraham, Plato, Jesus, Bruce Lee, and all the other full jedis before me serve as my inspiration.
I would like to strongly recomend the following Bruce Lee Books and Movies
: Bruce Lee, the Lost Interview
Unfortunately, most students of the martial arts are conformists. Instead of learning to depend on themselves for expression, they blindly follow their instructors, no longer feeling alone, finding security in mass imitation. The product of this imitation is a dependent mind. Independent inquiry, which is essential to genuine understanding, is sacrificed, Look around the martial arts and witness the assortment of routine performers, trick artists, desensitized robots, glorifiers of the past and so on- all followers or exponents of organized despair.
How often are we told by different sensei (teachers) or "masters" that the martial arts are life itself? But how many of them truly understand what they are saying? Life is a constant movement- rhythmic as well as random; Life is a constant change and not stagnation. Instead of choicelessly following with this process of change, many of these "masters," past and present, have built an illusion of fixed forms, rigidly subscribing to traditional concepts and techniques of the art, solidifying the ever-flowing, dissecting the totality.
The most pitiful sight is to see sincere students earnestly repeating those imitative drills, listening to their own screams and spiritual yells. In most cases, the means these sensei offer their students are so elaborate that the student must give tremendous attention to them, until gradually he loses sight of the end. The students end up performing their methodical routines as a mere conditioned response, rather than responding to "what is." They no longer "listen" to circumstances. These poor souls have unwittingly become trapped in the miasma of classical martial arts training. A teacher, a really good sensei, is never a giver of truth; he is a guide, a pointer to the truth that the student must discover for himself.