<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684</id><updated>2011-09-01T20:52:26.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moonpointer 2</title><subtitle type='html'>buffer buddhist blog for moonpointer.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-112499664980903500</id><published>2005-08-26T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T22:45:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonpointer.com Revamped</title><content type='html'>Hi folks, Please click &lt;a href="http://www.moonpointer.com/"&gt;www.moonpointer.com&lt;/a&gt; to see the revamped version. Yes, this is just a "buffer blog" for the "real thing" over there :-]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-112499664980903500?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/112499664980903500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/112499664980903500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2005/08/moonpointercom-revamped.html' title='Moonpointer.com Revamped'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-112029956621147262</id><published>2005-07-02T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:19:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha's Cave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/moonpointer/22993826/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/22993826_4573f1da53_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/moonpointer/22993826/"&gt;Buddha's Cave&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/moonpointer/"&gt;moonpointer&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Space is relative. This is not a huge Buddha image in an empty room. This is a small palm size Buddha image on a shelf.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-112029956621147262?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/112029956621147262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=112029956621147262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/112029956621147262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/112029956621147262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2005/07/buddhas-cave.html' title='Buddha&apos;s Cave'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110386311078358615</id><published>2004-12-24T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T12:38:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Diary</title><content type='html'>This is not a diary of fleeting worldly concerns, but of timeless truths and discoveries relevant to the general unenlightened one, especially myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110386311078358615?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110386311078358615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110386311078358615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110386311078358615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110386311078358615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/not-diary.html' title='Not A Diary'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110385793448668133</id><published>2004-12-24T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T11:12:14.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibility</title><content type='html'>It is irresponsible to bear too much responsibilities for the individual's salvation. Yet it is your responsibility to wake them up to their responsibility of bearing their responsibilities. This is called compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110385793448668133?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110385793448668133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110385793448668133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110385793448668133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110385793448668133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/responsibility.html' title='Responsibility'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110385748812945375</id><published>2004-12-24T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T11:04:48.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>Had a nightmare last night of me taking a test and fretting I will fail it. Never thought I would face exam stress again. When I woke up, I wondered what that meant. Then it struck me that life still presents countless tests, though of the non-academic nature. Even the dream was a test of sorts - and I didn't do well. It was a measure of spirituality, even in handling the worldly. Nothing we experience does not pertain to the spiritual dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110385748812945375?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110385748812945375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110385748812945375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110385748812945375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110385748812945375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/test.html' title='Test'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110385656234617200</id><published>2004-12-24T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T10:49:22.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Never had so many friends remember my birthday - not that my friends increased a lot. Maybe as we get older, we are more aware of dates, of the passing of days. Maybe that's why they remembered more readily. Star messaged to my phone "Hey! Happy recycling (rebirth) day. Yu are here to make a difference to yourself and all who are connected to you! With Metta." San messaged this, "How much have you cultivated today? And how much time or merits have you shared with your Mother, who suffered a lot to bring you to this world __ years ago? Happy birthday my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110385656234617200?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110385656234617200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110385656234617200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110385656234617200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110385656234617200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday_24.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382127350682867</id><published>2004-12-24T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:01:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Picture</title><content type='html'>Why are the white-washed walls of my big and spacious home bare without any decorations? So hard is it to put up even a single perfect picture that the best decision was to put up none... till I come up with a perfect picture, or when I am able to see perfection - by a change of mind, by perfecting my mind. The Vimalakirti Nirdesa Sutra says, "When the mind is pure, the land is pure." When the mind and land are pure, will I need any picture to decorate the walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382127350682867?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382127350682867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382127350682867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382127350682867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382127350682867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/perfect-picture.html' title='Perfect Picture'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382086421928616</id><published>2004-12-24T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:54:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does It Mean?</title><content type='html'>But what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing specific at all.&lt;br /&gt;There is no clear answer.&lt;br /&gt;But learn what you can from it.&lt;br /&gt;For what else can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382086421928616?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382086421928616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382086421928616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382086421928616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382086421928616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/what-does-it-mean.html' title='What Does It Mean?'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382069668488469</id><published>2004-12-24T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:51:36.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trembling</title><content type='html'>I thought I saw the platform doors trembling&lt;br /&gt;as the train rushed passed.&lt;br /&gt;But it was me trembling at the rushing train,&lt;br /&gt;which caught me unaware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382069668488469?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382069668488469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382069668488469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382069668488469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382069668488469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/trembling.html' title='Trembling'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382058387477335</id><published>2004-12-24T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:49:43.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughed Enough</title><content type='html'>A life laughed enough,&lt;br /&gt;laughed with wisdom and love.&lt;br /&gt;Not too much or little, but enough.&lt;br /&gt;I want such a life.&lt;br /&gt;A light-hearted one,&lt;br /&gt;a big-hearted one.&lt;br /&gt;One with a lot of heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382058387477335?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382058387477335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382058387477335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382058387477335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382058387477335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/laughed-enough.html' title='Laughed Enough'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382041466032351</id><published>2004-12-24T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:46:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Love</title><content type='html'>He was interested in her because she was interested in him. She also thought he was interested in her. And that aroused her interest. Sadly, neither he or she was mindful of that... of the truth that their mutual love for each other was based on self-love - it was not true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382041466032351?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382041466032351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382041466032351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382041466032351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382041466032351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/self-love.html' title='Self-Love'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382023439788120</id><published>2004-12-24T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:43:54.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results May Vary</title><content type='html'>I think Limp Bizkit's 2003 album "Results may vary" is a good title.  The cover is a face of a man's face in green, screaming, seemingly going berserk - rock angst-style of course. Those are his "results" from the music? Why is that a good title? Because it rings true. In fact, results "will" vary. It's not just their music that may have results that vary to different audiences. Is it loud messy music or good music? Everything has results that vary for the individual perceiving it. Life - results may vary. How are you taking it? It's not life's fault you know? It's you and your perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382023439788120?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382023439788120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382023439788120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382023439788120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382023439788120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/results-may-vary.html' title='Results May Vary'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381966650839202</id><published>2004-12-24T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:34:26.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaside</title><content type='html'>There is a sea on every side of you. The question is how far away and whether you want to go to the seaside. Likewise, the shore of liberation is all around. The question is which path of practice is the shortest for you and whether you want to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381966650839202?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381966650839202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381966650839202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381966650839202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381966650839202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/seaside.html' title='Seaside'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381901474178594</id><published>2004-12-24T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:23:34.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Freedom</title><content type='html'>Will I have enough money to practise in peace or will I spend too much time making momey and not practising for peace? This is a classic Samsara versus Nirvana dilemma, as we fret about not making money fast enough to retire fast enough. I don't have an easy answer. All I know is we are running out of time, and that better spiritual liberation than merely financial freedom. One can be bought and the other not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381901474178594?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381901474178594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381901474178594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381901474178594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381901474178594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/financial-freedom.html' title='Financial Freedom'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382231919071212</id><published>2004-12-24T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:18:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thing</title><content type='html'>"The thing is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382231919071212?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382231919071212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382231919071212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382231919071212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382231919071212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/thing.html' title='Thing'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381856474923147</id><published>2004-12-24T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:16:04.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Days</title><content type='html'>Some days are just whiled away without doing anything significantly meaningful. While many look forward to idle days, I find them wasted. Real "doing nothing" should be in meditation anyway. Idle days are usually filled with idle thoughts and actions - which are somewhat the opposite of the silencing of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381856474923147?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381856474923147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381856474923147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381856474923147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381856474923147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/idle-days.html' title='Idle Days'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381838358972925</id><published>2004-12-24T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:13:03.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Meditation Difficult?</title><content type='html'>Meditation is only as difficult as your mind is difficult. Its purpose is to make the mind "easy", to bring ease to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381838358972925?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381838358972925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381838358972925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381838358972925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381838358972925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/is-meditation-difficult.html' title='Is Meditation Difficult?'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382209223198942</id><published>2004-12-24T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:14:52.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Never had so many friends remember my birthday - not that my friends increased a lot. Maybe as we get older, we are more aware of dates, of the passing of days. Maybe that's why they remembered more readily. Star messaged to my phone "Hey! Happy recycling (rebirth) day. Yu are here to make a difference to yourself and all who are connected to you! With Metta." San messaged this, "How much have you cultivated today? And how much time or merits have you shared with your Mother, who suffered a lot to bring you to this world __ years ago? Happy birthday my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382209223198942?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382209223198942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382209223198942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382209223198942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382209223198942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110382139160844586</id><published>2004-12-24T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T01:03:11.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Haiku</title><content type='html'>A ring tone&lt;br /&gt;That goes buzzing&lt;br /&gt;Vibration mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110382139160844586?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110382139160844586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110382139160844586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382139160844586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110382139160844586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/phone-haiku.html' title='Phone Haiku'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381808504070562</id><published>2004-12-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:08:05.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Duties</title><content type='html'>In the Metta Sutta, the Buddha said that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is to be done by one skilled in aims who wants to break through to the state of peace: Be capable, upright, &amp; straightforward, easy to instruct, gentle, &amp;amp; not conceited,&lt;strong&gt; content &amp; easy to support, with few duties, living lightly&lt;/strong&gt;, with peaceful faculties, masterful, modest, &amp;amp; no greed for supporters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life when it is a string of endless worldy tasks (self-imposed duties especially) which keeps us from the nobler task of training our mind and helping others. We have to be careful not to be bogged down with stuff like worrying in excess especially about money matters and save and scrimp as we fret about the outcome of our investments. We must not forget that while we do that, other beings are suffering true and intense suffering. The real investment is always in compassion and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381808504070562?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381808504070562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381808504070562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381808504070562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381808504070562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/few-duties.html' title='Few Duties'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381768146684414</id><published>2004-12-23T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:01:21.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical</title><content type='html'>Rather work hard and be criticized than do nothing but only criticize.                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dharma Master Cheng Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the Buddha was criticised. What's critical is not to give up doing what is critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381768146684414?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381768146684414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381768146684414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381768146684414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381768146684414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/critical.html' title='Critical'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110381755194295505</id><published>2004-12-23T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:59:11.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plus &amp; Minus</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.... Not right to do wrong at one end and right at another - plus and minus becomes minus in maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110381755194295505?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110381755194295505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110381755194295505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381755194295505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110381755194295505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/plus-minus.html' title='Plus &amp; Minus'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110368566538833989</id><published>2004-12-22T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T20:20:09.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuja De</title><content type='html'>Vuja De: The uncanny feeeling that something has never happened before; the opposite of Deja Vu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us coming into Samsara?&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us going in Samsara?&lt;br /&gt;Vuja De experiences of pleasure in this life,&lt;br /&gt;As we forget the Deja Vu experience of the pain of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not pain really -&lt;br /&gt;which comes from attachment,&lt;br /&gt;refusal to let go when it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110368566538833989?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110368566538833989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110368566538833989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110368566538833989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110368566538833989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/vuja-de.html' title='Vuja De'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364525920898560</id><published>2004-12-22T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:22:54.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Case by Case</title><content type='html'>The more I try to generalise, the more I realise it is impossible. It's a disease really, trying to stereotype the masses and in the process dilute the individual's needs. Case by case. Everything and everyone has unique causes and conditions. Compassion refined has to work at the micro-level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364525920898560?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364525920898560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364525920898560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364525920898560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364525920898560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/case-by-case.html' title='Case by Case'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364498457936871</id><published>2004-12-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:03:04.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impatience</title><content type='html'>Your impatience does not make Enlightenment come any faster. It is an aspect of aversion that pushes it at bay. If impatience is not an attribute of the state of Enlightenment, why hurry impatiently? The perfection of diligence is to have optimum practice without increasing any impatience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364498457936871?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364498457936871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364498457936871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364498457936871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364498457936871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/impatience.html' title='Impatience'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364474132046162</id><published>2004-12-21T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:59:01.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Kill</title><content type='html'>When you kill time,&lt;br /&gt;you kill youself,&lt;br /&gt;you kill life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution not to surf aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364474132046162?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364474132046162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364474132046162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364474132046162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364474132046162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/time-to-kill.html' title='Time to Kill'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364463732578939</id><published>2004-12-21T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:57:17.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piracy Karma</title><content type='html'>Video and music piracy presents a simple and compelling case of karma's vicous cyclic workings to me. When you support piracy, you do not support the very entertainment industry whose works you are stealing to enjoy. The more good works the world steals from the industry, less good works will be produced due to decrease of revenue. When you steal that you love, you might appear to get more for now, but you will eventually lose the equivalent and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364463732578939?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364463732578939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364463732578939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364463732578939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364463732578939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/piracy-karma.html' title='Piracy Karma'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364430060523713</id><published>2004-12-21T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:51:40.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Short</title><content type='html'>We might always be falling short of perfection in our thought, word and deed at the moment. But we can fall short less and less. This is the meaning of "perfecting" - it is not perfection itself yet, but it perfects in good time. And what is "good time"? It is the rate of improvement which you are at ease with without any hint of regret of not being diligent enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364430060523713?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364430060523713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364430060523713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364430060523713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364430060523713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/falling-short.html' title='Falling Short'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364401693452534</id><published>2004-12-21T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:46:56.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripples</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when strangers sit with a heavy thud on the seat next to me on the bus, I imagine ripples of air and dust radiating from the seat. A mild but definite disturbance to the physical universe and my mental universe, unnerving me slightly. When we are mindful, we send good vibrations of peace and loving-kindness to the world. When we are thoughtless, even in the little things we do, we send rude shockwaves to others. What ripples raditate from the epicentre that is you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364401693452534?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364401693452534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364401693452534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364401693452534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364401693452534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/ripples.html' title='Ripples'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364362906663074</id><published>2004-12-21T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:40:29.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity Change</title><content type='html'>Just changed my identity card. Surprises me when I juxtapose the old and new cards and compare the photos. I have changed considerably. I did not just change my identity card; I changed my physical and mental identity, and it happens moment to moment. But some things change more subtly, probably inconceivably in this life time - my thumbprint and blood group printed on the cards. Funny that that's almost all that the country uses at the moment to recognise me as me. Our individual identity is so fragile. But I like it this way - the possibilities of infinite change is most welcomed. How else we we evolve to be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364362906663074?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364362906663074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364362906663074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364362906663074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364362906663074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/identity-change.html' title='Identity Change'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364302693802510</id><published>2004-12-21T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:30:26.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Displaced from the Present</title><content type='html'>When you gaze at the stars in distant space, you are looking at a universe of the past. For the stars' light can take up to thousands of light years to reach your eyes. The very stars you see might already be cosmically snubbed out by now. If you think of it more immediately, everything you see with your physical eyes is delayed light reflected from whatever they are looking at. Our senses thus always betray us to some extent by receiving and processing belated input. We are thus physically displaced. This worsens when we are not mindful of the "present." We displace ourselves mentally too. We are already losing too much. Come back, come back... to the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364302693802510?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364302693802510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364302693802510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364302693802510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364302693802510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/displaced-from-present.html' title='Displaced from the Present'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364240968009496</id><published>2004-12-21T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:20:09.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into Place</title><content type='html'>There is only falling into place,&lt;br /&gt;even when things are falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing is out of place.&lt;br /&gt;A place for everything and everything in its place -&lt;br /&gt;both the physical and the mental.&lt;br /&gt;Cause and effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364240968009496?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364240968009496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364240968009496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364240968009496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364240968009496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/falling-into-place.html' title='Falling Into Place'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364223504209833</id><published>2004-12-21T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:17:15.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's For The Best</title><content type='html'>"The power of certainty is without limits. In life there will be many tests you have to face. You must hold on to the belief that everything that happens is for the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Eli the wise old man in "The Adventures of Abdi" (By Madonna)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of uncertainty is also equally powerful. In fact, it can give boundless hope. Interestingly, one can also see what happens in life not as tests, but simply as situations, neither meant to test or not test, but faced squaredly and dealt with appropriately. Because each situation lead to alternations of "good" and "bad" situations, you can see each situation as empty of any fixed characteristics. In this sense, each situation need not happen for the best - yet each situation is appropriate as your just karmic deserts here and now. Yet in another sense, everything does happen for the best since given enough time, experience and practice, we will all become Buddhas. In the mean time, ours is an open-ended universe of experience till we are enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364223504209833?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364223504209833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364223504209833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364223504209833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364223504209833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-for-best.html' title='It&apos;s For The Best'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364134880237872</id><published>2004-12-21T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T23:02:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro-Novels</title><content type='html'>Too many good books to learn from. Just tell me the storyline and the learning points. I'm running out of them to relish the novel. Maybe more micro-novels should be written of actual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364134880237872?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364134880237872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364134880237872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364134880237872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364134880237872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/micro-novels.html' title='Micro-Novels'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110364115945156998</id><published>2004-12-21T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T22:59:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneness of the Universe</title><content type='html'>I offer this food to the Buddhas,&lt;br /&gt;the ones who realise oneness (and emptiness) of the universe and teach all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer this food to the Dharma,&lt;br /&gt;the universe itself and its manifested phenomena which teaches all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer this food to the Sangha,&lt;br /&gt;the ones on the path to realise oneness of the universe, who teach all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer this food to all other beings,&lt;br /&gt;the ones yet to be on the path to realise oneness of the universe, who teach all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110364115945156998?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110364115945156998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110364115945156998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364115945156998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110364115945156998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/oneness-of-universe.html' title='Oneness of the Universe'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110359717370190181</id><published>2004-12-21T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:59:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Without You</title><content type='html'>Read the following from a book excerpt, "A Pain in the Neck", written by a recently deceased blogger, Grace, who blogged during her last days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world was going to go on without me. It is a strange thought. Echobelly sings, "I can’t imagine the world without me." They’re right. Try imagining the world without you. You can’t. As Descartes realised a couple of hundred years ago, the world exists because of you. That is the only certain knowledge that we can ever hope to have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blog: &lt;a href="http://www.dyingis.blogspot.com"&gt;www.dyingis.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on the above:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine a world without me - because the world revolves around me. This is not a heliocentric or geocentric universe; but a egocentric one. I think, therefore I am... trapped... by my ego, trapping the world with it, making it ever so small. The bigger my ego gets, the smaller the world - because of the way my limited and inaccurate perception force-fits it into my world view. The world does not exists because of me alone; the world exists because of everyone. But my faulty world exists because of my faulty perception... of my self and the world. To imagine the world without me, I need to displace, or rather, remove 'me' from the centre and be one with the world, and let the world be its own centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your end of days, what can you do, but to let go, when it is all you can do? Before your end of days, what can you do? Hold on to everything tightly? But that will only make the end of days so much more unbearable, when you are forced to loosen your grip of attachment - gradually or suddenly. May I be able to live life lightly, but not unseriously. Properly, but not uptightly. Graciously, not grudgingly. A matter of grace from moment to moment. Yes, grace. Thank you, Grace. I trust you will have a good rebirth... if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110359717370190181?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110359717370190181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110359717370190181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110359717370190181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110359717370190181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/world-without-you.html' title='A World Without You'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110239259042962555</id><published>2004-12-07T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T12:09:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest Magic Trick</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;What you are witnessing is the greatest magic trick ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is here in the moment&lt;br /&gt;but not really here in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Because everything is changing,&lt;br /&gt;so quickly that everything looks real,&lt;br /&gt;so quickly that everything looks solid.&lt;br /&gt;But it's all fluid motion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110239259042962555?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110239259042962555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110239259042962555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110239259042962555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110239259042962555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/greatest-magic-trick.html' title='Greatest Magic Trick'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110239212219856891</id><published>2004-12-07T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T12:02:02.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clear</title><content type='html'>On a clear day, you can see forever.&lt;br /&gt;With a clear mind, you experience forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110239212219856891?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110239212219856891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110239212219856891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110239212219856891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110239212219856891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/12/clear.html' title='Clear'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110163378972463871</id><published>2004-11-28T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:23:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber Light</title><content type='html'>While crossing roads, I don't look at pedestrian traffic lights face on - I see the lights facing the oncoming traffic. When it turns amber and I see the cars slowing down, I start crossing. Sometimes I see fellow pedestrians bewildered, looking at me crossing when the lights they see say "Don't cross." But it's simply because they don't see what I see. Likewise, we are amazed when those with clairvoyance. But all they are doing is read signs ofthe future earlier. Red lights for the cars will come after amber lights - it's just cause and effect in a way- though it can be argued that the amber lights do not exactly cause the lights to turn red. But it's programmed that way - lest there are faults in the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110163378972463871?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110163378972463871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110163378972463871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163378972463871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163378972463871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/11/amber-light.html' title='Amber Light'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110163264889047404</id><published>2004-11-28T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:04:08.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth</title><content type='html'>Whatever is it you plan to do, first ask yourself this - "But is it worth it, now that I'm dying?"&lt;br /&gt;Is it worth your investment of time and energy? We all live as we approach an invisible finishing line - which can be closer than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110163264889047404?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110163264889047404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110163264889047404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163264889047404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163264889047404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/11/worth.html' title='Worth'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110163242194851347</id><published>2004-11-28T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:00:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Retailiation</title><content type='html'>Just deflect blows and clarify your stand. There is no need to retailiate. Then the person will know you have no intention to fight and thus can never win you. This is the way of spiritual warrior - who wins without fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110163242194851347?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110163242194851347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110163242194851347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163242194851347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163242194851347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-retailiation.html' title='No Retailiation'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110163112627191476</id><published>2004-11-28T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:38:46.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Work</title><content type='html'>Work is good&lt;br /&gt;only if&lt;br /&gt;you work for the good,&lt;br /&gt;for the betterment of one and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110163112627191476?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110163112627191476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110163112627191476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163112627191476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163112627191476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/11/good-work.html' title='Good Work'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-110163053824579746</id><published>2004-11-28T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T16:28:58.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming Distraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Discovered Yahoo Launchcast - free online streaming music which can be rated and thus tailored to your taste, with track skipping allowed. This is amazing. One's auditory sense desires can almost be fed endlessly. Pay for Launchcast Plus and you get ad-free music with unlimited skipping. Is this heavenly? Yes, but it's Samsara indeed - it doesn't get you out of Samsara. Now you can have live streaming Samsara, offering you distractions unlimited - if you are willing to pay for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-110163053824579746?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/110163053824579746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=110163053824579746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163053824579746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/110163053824579746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/11/streaming-distraction.html' title='Streaming Distraction'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109397845191561435</id><published>2004-09-01T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T02:54:11.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Flood Karma</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Flash floods are hard-to-predict destructive floods  that suddenly happen - but that doesn't mean there is no cause and effect  involved. An important lesson flash floods teach us is that our physical  blessings, such as houses and possessions and even lives,&amp;nbsp;can be swept away  in one clean merciless swipe of nature without warning. L'ife is fragile indeed.  Have you got real insurance yet? Not the monetary kind, but&amp;nbsp;spiritual  -&amp;nbsp;prevent flash flood bad karma by building a strong dam of good  karma.&amp;nbsp;It's near impossible to&amp;nbsp;ever know how much is enough - lest you  are enlightened.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109397845191561435?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109397845191561435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109397845191561435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109397845191561435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109397845191561435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/09/flash-flood-karma.html' title='Flash Flood Karma'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109319202112075517</id><published>2004-08-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:27:01.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May the Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;May the poetry you read and write&lt;BR&gt;not be  frivolous musings&lt;BR&gt;over the frivolous,&lt;BR&gt;or worse still,&lt;BR&gt;that  trivialises&amp;nbsp;the serious.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;May the poetry you read and write&lt;BR&gt;be the  least fancy way&lt;BR&gt;of conveying a truth,&lt;BR&gt;or at least,&lt;BR&gt;a&amp;nbsp;path to the  truth.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;May the poetry you read and write&lt;BR&gt;focus more on reason than  rhyme,&lt;BR&gt;for sometimes reason is without rhyme.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;May the poetry you  read,&lt;BR&gt;that is the poetry I wrote above&lt;BR&gt;be meaningful to you,&lt;BR&gt;that  is,&lt;BR&gt;if you consider it poetic at all,&lt;BR&gt;poetry at  all.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109319202112075517?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109319202112075517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109319202112075517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109319202112075517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109319202112075517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/may-poetry_23.html' title='May the Poetry'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109319199229166001</id><published>2004-08-23T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:26:32.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;All the physical Olympics is actually mind Olympics  too. Will power, perseverance... you get the idea. But what is all this geared  to? For what should we break world records? What does it really prove? That our  ego is never satisfied? Does competition through sportsmanship really make the  world a better place? Those who win get proud and the losers feel sad. Not sure.  But what I'm sure is that the ultimate mind Olympics is in training the mind to  increase in Compassion and Wisdom, to win  Enlightenment.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109319199229166001?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109319199229166001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109319199229166001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109319199229166001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109319199229166001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/mind-olympics.html' title='Mind Olympics'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109275689358233662</id><published>2004-08-17T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:34:53.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure Without Attachment</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Treasure everything in the moment &lt;BR&gt;because  everything changes from moment to moment.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Do not be attached to anything in the moment  &lt;BR&gt;because everything changes from moment to moment.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;This is the middle path -&lt;BR&gt;To treasure the  fleeting is to practise compassion.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;To not be attached to the fleeting is practise  wisdom.&lt;BR&gt;Perfecting the duo is to&amp;nbsp;become  enlightened.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Buddha treasures  and cares for his disciples,&lt;BR&gt;but he is not attached to them when they pass  away.&lt;BR&gt;Can you love like He does?&lt;BR&gt;Not yes or no - but that you  try.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109275689358233662?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109275689358233662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109275689358233662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275689358233662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275689358233662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/treasure-without-attachment.html' title='Treasure Without Attachment'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109275689303840215</id><published>2004-08-17T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:34:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dishes for the Dishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;There's always time for housework... and  meditation. I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;t suddenly struck me that  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Work is work.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Spirtual practice is work.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Housework is spiritual practice too.&lt;BR&gt;No two  minds needed.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Life is one single practice  ground for perfection of the path.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P&gt;"You can&amp;nbsp;wash the dishes&amp;nbsp;to have clean dishes,&lt;BR&gt;or&amp;nbsp;you  can&amp;nbsp;wash the dishes&amp;nbsp;to wash the dishes."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Paraphrased from  Thich Nhat Hanh&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109275689303840215?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109275689303840215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109275689303840215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275689303840215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275689303840215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/dishes-for-dishes.html' title='Dishes for the Dishes'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109275687768147068</id><published>2004-08-17T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:34:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I had to go to office to do some work on one of my  retreat days. Strangely, working seemed more efficient with a renounced mind - a  mind with minimal involvement in office politics, idle chat... a mind with less  greed and hatred. I feel a sense of floating - like I'm not really there, yet I  was&amp;nbsp;grounded in the moment. Not really there because with a retreat  attitude, I was not "involved" in worldly matters, yet I was mindful. Somewhat  in the world but not of the world.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109275687768147068?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109275687768147068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109275687768147068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275687768147068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275687768147068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/working-on-off.html' title='Working on Off'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109275683053932504</id><published>2004-08-17T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:33:50.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lost Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;One day,&amp;nbsp;a man, no one in particular (well, he  could be you) took a wrong turn somewhere and found himself lost thick in the  middle of nowhere. As there was no one he knew or anyway to contact anyone he  knew, he found himself a stranger in a strange land. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He had to depend on  the kindness of strangers for food and shelter to survive. It was pure  compassion that kept him alive because he wasn't anyone very important to  anyone. He was literally just a&amp;nbsp;man on the street.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He could no  longer relate to anyone the way he did. He wasn't particularly a friend or enemy  to anyone, or a son, brother&amp;nbsp;or husband of anyone... In fact, he wasn't  anyone - he was nobody.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It made him panic... till he realised there  was no need. In fact, this is his new life. He could be anyone. He could be the  person he really wanted to be - without the burden of the past, without anyone's  expectations of his future. In fact, he was forced to re-evaluate the worth of  his own attachment to his past and&amp;nbsp;his prior expectations, since&amp;nbsp;there  was no way he could return to his past life.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;From the strangers that now  became his friends, he learnt compassion. And he learnt to befriend other lost  strangers. From realising the importance of&amp;nbsp;being at home in the here and  now, he learnt wisdom.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;One day, he looked back and realised that he did  not really take a wrong turn in the first place, to end up where he was. In  fact, it was the "right-est" turn for the better he ever made. He realised that  there is no such thing as a wrong turn, that all that matters is how he "turns"  himself for the better. The man who lost his identity&amp;nbsp;has no found himself.  The man who thought he fell into a terrible trap discovered great  freedom.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But that's him. What matters is, as mentioned in the beginning  of the story, is that...&amp;nbsp;"he could be you". You don't have to be lost  physically. Just lose your "self" mentally now... let go of your  self-definitions, for they are illusory anyway.&amp;nbsp;Re-read this story and put  yourself in the man's shoes. Who are you? Who will you be? Welcome to your new  life. It begins from right here and now... as always.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109275683053932504?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109275683053932504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109275683053932504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275683053932504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275683053932504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/lost-man.html' title='The Lost Man'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109275682954928968</id><published>2004-08-17T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:33:49.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;How to be a spiritual friend?&lt;BR&gt;Be a friend  first.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How to be a friend?&lt;BR&gt;Befriend yourself first.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;How to  befriend yourself?&lt;BR&gt;Understand and be kind to yourself.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Be  compassionate and wise to yourself.&lt;BR&gt;So that you know how to be so to someone  else.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face="MS Sans Serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109275682954928968?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109275682954928968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109275682954928968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275682954928968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275682954928968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109275672096941857</id><published>2004-08-17T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T23:32:00.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Delusional Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;If not knowing how our delusion arose is part of  our delusion, what a fix we are in? But knowing how to rid delusion is more  important than knowing how it arose.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;For example, knowing how the sun  rises does not mean you know how to make it set. In fact, thinking the sun rises  and sets is itself a delusion! Trying to know how to make the sun set is thus a  delusional pursuit, just as trying to discover how we became deluded in the  first place. Knowing how a tree bears fruits does not mean you know how to  harvest it. Yet, having harvested the fruit, one can discover how fruits come  into being. Thus, knowing what to do with our delusions - practise to diminish  them with the arising of wisdom is always the prority and anything otherwise is  never the priority.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109275672096941857?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109275672096941857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109275672096941857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275672096941857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109275672096941857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/delusional-fix.html' title='The Delusional Fix'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109265230689880464</id><published>2004-08-16T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T18:31:46.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nausea</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;BASE  href=http://moonpointer.blogspot.com&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY text=black bgColor=white&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I woke up last night at about 6 am feeling somewhat  nauseous for reasons unknown for a few minutes. I went to the loo in the dark,  and spat out some semi-vomit in small portions. There was no diarrhoea. I think  I was somehow living out the following passage that I read at about 7 pm, about  12 hours ago before an audience, based on the topic I chose - "What the Hell am  I Doing Here? : An Existential Investigation into the Meaning of Life."  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I wrote that 10 years ago. Strange... was I hit by a stray remnant wave  of a past existential crisis? Haunted by the past? Or my mind playing a trick?  Or a "Freudian-Satrean Nausea-Slip", revealing my underlying dissatisfaction  with my life? Maybe I woke up in the night and was shocked that I still existed!  This is what I wrote and read:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"A feeling of nausea welled up in him and  subsided - it reminded him of taking a train when he was a child with his  family. He had felt a devastating wave of travel-sickness. He was sick of  everything - even the beautiful scenery and his Mother's gentle coaxing did not  help. He wished he was dead then. He wished he was dead right now. It wasn't  exactly a deathwish - he only wished he never existed."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Today I'm  observing the 8 precepts. Maybe the answer to the mystery will come to mind.  Life is of much dissatisfactions - the First Noble Truth experienced rawly and  suddenly. It's humbling - I don't know what form of suffering my karma can throw  at me next. It's better to believe there are more waves of suffering about to  hit me and cultivate my spirituality well. I know I still wish "I" didn't exist  - but not in a suicidal way, but by death of my ego - Nirvana.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109265230689880464?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109265230689880464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109265230689880464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109265230689880464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109265230689880464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/nausea_109265230689880464.html' title='Nausea'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224039679395790</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:36.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Like a bird flying in a limitless sky above a  boundless sea with no land in sight, all the physical freedom in the world had  become his trap. No purpose, no refuge, no home, no resting place.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"You  can travel all the way around the world, but where does it get you  to?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Pet Shop Boys (West End Girls)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224039679395790?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224039679395790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224039679395790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224039679395790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224039679395790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/free-trap.html' title='Free Trap'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224038997749209</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Oh how fortunate is the one... who sees his  misfortunes as fortunate lessons&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;which&amp;nbsp;he can learn from to  be stronger... who is glad that things are not worse... that he is able to take  it in his stride.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224038997749209?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224038997749209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224038997749209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038997749209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038997749209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/fortunate.html' title='Fortunate'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224038919977957</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:29.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallucination</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The problem is not just that we  hallucinate...&lt;BR&gt;but that we ARE our own hallucinations,&lt;BR&gt;while we  hallucinate that we are hallucination-free.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224038919977957?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224038919977957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224038919977957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038919977957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038919977957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/hallucination.html' title='Hallucination'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224038443918278</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:24.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Every spiritual retreat is an opportunity to  renounce, even if for a while,&amp;nbsp;worldly matters, the world, and your greed,  hatred and delusion involved in them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224038443918278?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224038443918278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224038443918278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038443918278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038443918278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224038376225075</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:23.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The sun is just a star among zillions.&lt;BR&gt;But every  star is a sun.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You are just a sentient being among countless ones.&lt;BR&gt;But  you are a Buddha too, &lt;BR&gt;"sleeping" though,&lt;BR&gt;hopefully "awaking"  though.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224038376225075?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224038376225075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224038376225075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038376225075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038376225075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/but.html' title='But'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224038207903117</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;What are the essentials to move from my old home to  my new? I find myself doing filtering of my possessions big and small at many  levels, with many categories... with hesitation now and then as to what is worth  keeping. I gather lots of stuff for recycling and for giving thr needy.  We&amp;nbsp;don't need a lot really. We want and keep too much really. It is what we  can renounce that brings us character, not what we  gather.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224038207903117?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224038207903117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224038207903117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038207903117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224038207903117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224037713840065</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:17.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Get up 10 minutes earlier...&lt;BR&gt;Slow down&amp;nbsp;10  minutes of rushing.&lt;BR&gt;Live 10 minutes more.&lt;BR&gt;Savour life 10 minutes  more.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Take time to see more clearly.&lt;BR&gt;Take time to&amp;nbsp;hear more  clearly.&lt;BR&gt;Take time to&amp;nbsp;smell more clearly.&lt;BR&gt;Take time to&amp;nbsp;taste  more clearly.&lt;BR&gt;Take time to&amp;nbsp;feel more clearly.&lt;BR&gt;Take time  to&amp;nbsp;reflect more clearly.&lt;BR&gt;Even if it is only for 10  minutes.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224037713840065?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224037713840065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224037713840065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037713840065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037713840065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/10-minutes.html' title='10 Minutes'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224037438694041</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Stereo (Where Available)</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;We are more clogged up in the senses than we  think... much more to say about our clarity about our thoughts and how we  perceive. In the train after going down a high storeyed building, my ears went  pop and suddenly I am experiencing surround sound.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224037438694041?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224037438694041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224037438694041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037438694041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037438694041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-stereo-where-available.html' title='In Stereo (Where Available)'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224037180424466</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:11.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seamless Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;One thing after another,&lt;BR&gt;after another...&lt;BR&gt;so  closely,&lt;BR&gt;that there is no definite one thing,&lt;BR&gt;or  another.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224037180424466?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224037180424466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224037180424466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037180424466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037180424466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/seamless-changing.html' title='Seamless Changing'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224037097599443</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;"Okay....&lt;BR&gt;So...&lt;BR&gt;Does that make the world a  better place?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-zlyrica&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224037097599443?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224037097599443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224037097599443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037097599443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037097599443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224037004661270</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Doing the right thing feels extreme for the  extremely evil. Where is the middle path in doing a seemingly extreme thing that  is a right thing to do? Just practise it till it feels like a moderate and  balanced thing; not an extreme thing. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224037004661270?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224037004661270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224037004661270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037004661270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224037004661270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/middle-path.html' title='Middle Path'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224036206847422</id><published>2004-08-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:06:02.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Myth</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Myths persist because there are certain truths (and  morals) in them despite the fairy tale element. The wise see the first while the  foolish just laugh at the latter.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224036206847422?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224036206847422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224036206847422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224036206847422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224036206847422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/real-myth.html' title='Real Myth'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224035500513033</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:55.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Do you anticipate the world to prove you right or  wrong? Is either right or wrong? I think both are wrong. Let's not expect  anything from this world, for to expect is to expect dissapointment - and it  doesn't do&amp;nbsp;anyone any good. Let me expect myself to prove those waiting for  the world to disappoint them wrong instead. Let me touch the world with  compassion and wisdom best I can.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"Life is already so difficult. How can  we be anything but kind?"&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Buddha's Little Instruction  Book&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224035500513033?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224035500513033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224035500513033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224035500513033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224035500513033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224034473336862</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:44.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Under a grey sky,&lt;BR&gt;grey navy ships&lt;BR&gt;on a grey  sea...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;No...&lt;BR&gt;just grey thoughts&lt;BR&gt;from&amp;nbsp;a grey  mind.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224034473336862?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224034473336862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224034473336862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224034473336862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224034473336862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/grey.html' title='Grey'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224034191526748</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horizonless</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;How is it that there is this apparent flat horizon  on our rounded Earth? Silly question. For there is no horizon in the first  place. How often do we wonder about illusory truths about  illusions?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224034191526748?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224034191526748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224034191526748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224034191526748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224034191526748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/horizonless.html' title='Horizonless'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224033748590190</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Write yourself into a story of yourself with your  real life dilemmas.&amp;nbsp;Analyse with fictitious mentors,&amp;nbsp;and write  yourself out of your problems. The Four Noble Truths in the story of your  life... at the moment.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224033748590190?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224033748590190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224033748590190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033748590190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033748590190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/write-therapy.html' title='Write Therapy'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224033723046625</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:37.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The sky is all calm cloudlessness.&lt;BR&gt;And the  sea&amp;nbsp;is choppy murkiness.&lt;BR&gt;But that's just  them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224033723046625?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224033723046625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224033723046625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033723046625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033723046625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/just-them.html' title='Just Them'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224033369368625</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:33.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Seeing the lighthouse perched on the  largest&amp;nbsp;crop of rock that made it definable as a small island, I realised  how a big obstacle or problem can itself be a solution - for the rock is  fortunately big enough to build a lighthouse upon it - so as to warn ships of  itself, and more importantly, the many other smaller chunks of rock jutting  around it randomly.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224033369368625?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224033369368625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224033369368625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033369368625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033369368625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/lighthouse.html' title='Lighthouse'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224033180325163</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands-Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Observation of a friend driving -&lt;BR&gt;You need your  hands free&lt;BR&gt;to fix the hands-free kit on the phone.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Want  freedom?&lt;BR&gt;Spare some free time first.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224033180325163?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224033180325163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224033180325163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033180325163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224033180325163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/hands-free.html' title='Hands-Free'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109224032834160540</id><published>2004-08-12T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T00:05:28.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good or Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1458" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I don't know whether this is good or bad,&lt;BR&gt;it is  just like that.&lt;BR&gt;The good can turn better or worse.&lt;BR&gt;The bad can turn worse  or better.&lt;BR&gt;Is&amp;nbsp;this thing I'm experiencing&amp;nbsp;good karma or bad  karma?&lt;BR&gt;I think it is just karma at play -&lt;BR&gt;no need to label -&lt;BR&gt;just be at  ease.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109224032834160540?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109224032834160540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109224032834160540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224032834160540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109224032834160540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/08/good-or-bad.html' title='Good or Bad'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-109038497147443452</id><published>2004-07-21T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:42:51.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Floor is Better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Does a white floor get dirtier faster than a black  floor?&lt;BR&gt;No - it is just that specks of dirt on it&amp;nbsp;are more  obvious.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Is a&amp;nbsp;black floor easier to clean then a white floor?&lt;BR&gt;No  -&amp;nbsp;it is harder, as specks of dirt on it are less  obvious.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-109038497147443452?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/109038497147443452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=109038497147443452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109038497147443452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/109038497147443452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/07/which-floor-is-better.html' title='Which Floor is Better?'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797346305774499</id><published>2004-06-23T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:51:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brickbats and Bouquets</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;To improve anything, we need both  sincere and accurate&amp;nbsp;brickbats and bouquets-&lt;BR&gt;Brickbats to know where we  can improve.&lt;BR&gt;Bouquets to know what improvements worked.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797346305774499?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797346305774499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797346305774499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797346305774499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797346305774499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/brickbats-and-bouquets.html' title='Brickbats and Bouquets'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797342127945216</id><published>2004-06-23T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:50:21.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fengshui</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;Where would there be leather  enough to cover the entire world? &lt;BR&gt;The Earth is covered over merely with the  leather of my sandals.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Shantideva&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;When the mind is pure, the land  is pure.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Vimarlakirti Nirdesa Sutra &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;[The Buddha's message is in  essence mastering the mind; not the environment. Being attached to fengshui  (geomancy) is in a way trying to cover leather everywhere.]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The Buddha  did not teach many things for a simple reason-&lt;BR&gt;they  are&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;for the path to Enlightenment.&lt;BR&gt;While there are 101  things seemingly helpful for Enlightenment,&lt;BR&gt;they are still essentially  unnecessary. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Does Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva (Dizang  Pusa) experience hell in hell?&lt;BR&gt;No - or he would simply be another being  suffering in hell.&lt;BR&gt;His purified mind sees&amp;nbsp;even hell&amp;nbsp;as a pureland,  a perfect place to practise.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Perfect fengshui is the  experiencing of pureland everywhere.&lt;BR&gt;It&amp;nbsp;comes from minding the mind  perfectly;&lt;BR&gt;not&amp;nbsp;by minding the environment perfectly.  &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797342127945216?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797342127945216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797342127945216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797342127945216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797342127945216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/fengshui.html' title='Fengshui'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797309334745753</id><published>2004-06-23T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:44:53.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impact</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Too much mere positive but  superficial Dharma &lt;STRONG&gt;IMPRINT&lt;/STRONG&gt; here and there through this and that  "skillful means". We need Dharma  &lt;STRONG&gt;IMPACT&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797309334745753?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797309334745753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797309334745753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797309334745753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797309334745753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/impact.html' title='Impact'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797260731527757</id><published>2004-06-23T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:36:47.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;It is the self who suffers. When  there is no self, there is no suffering. And since there is actually no self,  there is actually no suffering. We do not suffer from having&amp;nbsp;a self; we  suffer from having the delusion of having a self. What is worse than attachment  to something is attachment to "nothing" - an illusion. I am still deluded, so  there is self and the self is suffering.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797260731527757?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797260731527757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797260731527757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797260731527757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797260731527757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/suffering-self.html' title='Suffering Self'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797222482771840</id><published>2004-06-23T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:30:24.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;There you go again... ranting  about&amp;nbsp;another manic Monday around the corner. Zen Master Ummon says, "Every  day is a good day!" Zen story - man asks butcher to give him best meat from a  pig and he replies, "Every part is the best."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797222482771840?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797222482771840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797222482771840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797222482771840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797222482771840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/best.html' title='Best'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797184198270873</id><published>2004-06-23T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:24:01.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;All beings by nature are Buddha,&lt;BR&gt;as ice by  nature is water;&lt;BR&gt;apart from water there is no ice,&lt;BR&gt;apart from beings no  Buddha.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Hakuin Zenki, Song of Zazen&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is so simple, so so  simple. But we are so complicated, so so complicated. Zen is too simple for most  of us - &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;that we need the  complicated, in order to simplify, in order&amp;nbsp;to see  Zen.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797184198270873?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797184198270873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797184198270873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797184198270873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797184198270873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/simple.html' title='Simple'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797169253896154</id><published>2004-06-23T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T14:21:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not Die Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt;Albert&amp;nbsp;Camus said that the first question we should  ask is why we should not commit suicide. I think the first question we should  ask is why we need to ask anything at all. The answer is because we are ignorant  or deluded about the nature of life and death. So we should seek answers about  life and death - and not just ask "Why don't we die now?" That is just too  abrupt, though existentially, I can see where Camus was coming from. He was  questioning the worth of life and living. But should we not question too, the  worth of death and dying? In Buddhism, life and death is like dawn and dusk,  cyclic in nature. So there's no need to be hung up on either life or death alone  - they are two halves of a whole puzzle.&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797169253896154?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797169253896154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797169253896154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797169253896154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797169253896154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/why-not-die-now.html' title='Why Not Die Now?'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108797024337119354</id><published>2004-06-23T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T13:57:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Waking up everyday to life is a recurring nightmare  to some. To me sometimes too. Maybe that is why the homeless and the aimless  sleep so much... attempting to sleep away life? Nothing to do and wanting to do  nothing, they prefer the tastelessness of nothingness - though they are not  there to taste it when asleep. They don't exactly have a deathwish - though they  are not enthusiastic about life either. Maybe they just want to get it over with  "naturally" - and die and unite with the bliss of nothingness forever without  waking up. Theylive like ghosts flitting randomly in the background - not really  alive and not realy dead.&amp;nbsp;The sad part is all they want is True Happiness,  and it is obvious that it eludes them, whether sleeping or not. The "pleasure"  of sleep is only fleeting - we have to wake up. If sleep is for rest before we  wake up, then perhaps our waking up is for waking up more and more to life's  lessons -&amp;nbsp;till we attain&amp;nbsp;Enlightenment.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Zeph's  Journal&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108797024337119354?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108797024337119354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108797024337119354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797024337119354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108797024337119354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/sleep-away.html' title='Sleep Away'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108749270099868956</id><published>2004-06-18T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T01:18:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial&gt;It is easy for the good person to do good  deeds, &lt;BR&gt;but for the evil one it is difficult to do good deeds. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is  easy for the evil person to do bad deeds, &lt;BR&gt;but it is difficult for the good  one to do bad deeds.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;-Udana (The  Buddha)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Avoid evil and do good till it becomes your second  nature,&lt;BR&gt;until you realise your&amp;nbsp;second nature is your first and original  nature,&lt;BR&gt;which is none other than your  Buddha-nature.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108749270099868956?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108749270099868956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108749270099868956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749270099868956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749270099868956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/second-nature.html' title='Second Nature'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108749193660112062</id><published>2004-06-18T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T01:05:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;When we say, "This is MY mind and body", it  means&amp;nbsp;YOU are not&amp;nbsp;YOUR mind or body. It means YOU are different.  Similarly, MY house is not me. What then is YOU? Can YOU point your SELF  out?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108749193660112062?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108749193660112062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108749193660112062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749193660112062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749193660112062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/who-are-you.html' title='Who Are You?'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108749175429828640</id><published>2004-06-18T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T01:02:34.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Different reactions arise from different people  when experiencing the same thing. The element that differentiates is the state  of mind. There is prior habitual perception that urges one to to experience  something in a certain way, and the choice that one takes to do so. What we have  to be aware of is the faultiness of our perception&amp;nbsp;and the availability of  choice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108749175429828640?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108749175429828640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108749175429828640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749175429828640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749175429828640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/reaction.html' title='Reaction'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108749110870321908</id><published>2004-06-18T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:51:48.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direct Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I have this knack for seeing&amp;nbsp;the most direct  or shortest path between point&amp;nbsp;A and B (without stepping on grass or  crossing anywhere illegally). In the mean time, I see many others following laid  pavements blindly, looping loops, even though they walk through the area day in  and out. I'm not just encouraging others to take the path less travelled, but  the path untravelled, by seeing possiblities beyond that laid by  convention.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108749110870321908?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108749110870321908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108749110870321908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749110870321908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749110870321908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/direct-path.html' title='Direct Path'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108749079329792624</id><published>2004-06-18T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:46:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving House</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;BASE  href=http://moonpointer.blogspot.com&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY text=black bgColor=white&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Amazing how few are essential items one needs to  live with. I discovered this when I was moving house. There's this saying on how  to&amp;nbsp;design a Zen-styled house - take out everything and put in only what you  need. I daresay my place is quite Zen now. It's a new stage of my life - of  filtering out the unnecessary and focusing on the essentials - not just in terms  of physical things, but spiritual stuff too.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108749079329792624?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108749079329792624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108749079329792624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749079329792624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749079329792624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/moving-house.html' title='Moving House'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108749016659282988</id><published>2004-06-18T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:36:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The ultimate trap is the one that one creates by  refusing to let go of the delusional clinging that causes oneself suffering. An  imprisoned&amp;nbsp;bird&amp;nbsp;might not wish&amp;nbsp;to fly out of an opened cage when  it has gotten too used to the trap being home.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108749016659282988?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108749016659282988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108749016659282988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749016659282988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108749016659282988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/ultimate-trap.html' title='Ultimate Trap'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108748979029861467</id><published>2004-06-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:29:50.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddha Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;Look at a picture of the Buddha and ask yourself -  "What is it that makes it a picture of the Buddha?" Is it the eyes, or the hair,  or... It is your mind.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108748979029861467?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108748979029861467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108748979029861467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748979029861467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748979029861467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/buddha-picture.html' title='Buddha Picture'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108748967987975437</id><published>2004-06-18T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:27:59.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;A traffic jam ceases to be one when your mind stops  defining the traffic as jammed, but perhaps as slow-moving instead. A jam is all  in the mind, not a real solid thing out there.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108748967987975437?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108748967987975437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108748967987975437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748967987975437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748967987975437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/traffic-jam.html' title='Traffic Jam'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108748959339899602</id><published>2004-06-18T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:26:33.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;It is not always laziness that leads one to  oversleep. Sometimes it is&amp;nbsp;a result of being more restful or needing more  rest than expected; not resting too much. Isn't this common sense? Yes maybe -  but we often tend to see only one side of the picture. Every seemingly useless  or "bad" thing can have a useful or good side.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108748959339899602?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108748959339899602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108748959339899602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748959339899602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748959339899602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/oversleep.html' title='Oversleep'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108748923041734853</id><published>2004-06-18T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:20:30.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staples</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I respect people who do as much as they can to  safeguard the environment - down to the little details.&amp;nbsp;I try to do the  same. I try not to use staples when putting papers together which will later be  taken apart.&amp;nbsp;Yes, even though they are "tiny pieces of metal". I use paper  clips instead. And I collect used or removed staples for recycling under  "metal."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108748923041734853?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108748923041734853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108748923041734853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748923041734853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748923041734853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/staples.html' title='Staples'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108748887780814568</id><published>2004-06-18T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:14:37.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionist</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=iso-8859-1"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;I find it funny when fellow Buddhist friends call  me a perfectionist and overly detail-minded. I mean...&amp;nbsp;aren't Buddhists  supposed to be spiritual perfectionists? Thus is there the practice of the Six  Perfections (Paramitas). In fact, they can take a long time to perfect - it is  thus never too too early to be picky... on yourself. But forgive yourself too,  after repentance&amp;nbsp;- when you fail to meet your standards. Only so can you  move on and improve yourself.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108748887780814568?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108748887780814568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108748887780814568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748887780814568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748887780814568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/perfectionist.html' title='Perfectionist'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108748847606633128</id><published>2004-06-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T00:07:56.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Window Scenery</title><content type='html'>&lt;HEAD&gt; &lt;META http-equiv=Content-Type content="text/html; charset=windows-1252"&gt; &lt;META content="MSHTML 6.00.2800.1400" name=GENERATOR&gt; &lt;STYLE&gt;&lt;/STYLE&gt; &lt;/HEAD&gt; &lt;BODY bgColor=#ffffff&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Arial size=2&gt;The windows laminate the scenery, sealing it  tightly such that I can only see, but not touch, hear, smell or taste it. A view  is just&amp;nbsp;a view. A room with merely a view is overrated if you&amp;nbsp;are  stuck in&amp;nbsp;the room&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;not unlike&amp;nbsp;seeing the world on TV. I am  not there yet - not in the scene of the scenery, not in the thick of it  all.&amp;nbsp;I need to get through the window that divides. The view is supposed to  guide me to my destination; not trap me. I am looking at what is more than that  that can be seen. I need full experience. I need the truth that will set me  free.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/BODY&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108748847606633128?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108748847606633128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108748847606633128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748847606633128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108748847606633128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/window-scenery_108748847606633128.html' title='Window Scenery'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108740764191553631</id><published>2004-06-17T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:40:41.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Self</title><content type='html'>Oh we can play with words all day long...&lt;br /&gt;"self" discovery is the discovery of no "self".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108740764191553631?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108740764191553631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108740764191553631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740764191553631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740764191553631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-self.html' title='No Self'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108740733381166179</id><published>2004-06-17T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:35:33.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purify</title><content type='html'>Avoid Evil.&lt;br /&gt;Do Good.&lt;br /&gt;Purify the Mind.&lt;br /&gt;This is the Teaching of All Buddhas.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-The Buddha (Dhammapada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avoid evil and do good is to practise self-improvement.&lt;br /&gt;To purify the mind is to realise there is no self to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108740733381166179?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108740733381166179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108740733381166179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740733381166179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740733381166179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/purify.html' title='Purify'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108740717977490235</id><published>2004-06-17T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:33:31.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus</title><content type='html'>Dear Ast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viruses work in a complex way these days. If my email address sits in person A's computer, which is infected, the virus can impersonate my address to send a virus file. The virus mail apparently from me has nothing to do with my computer, which has virus scan updated every time before email is turned on. All we can do is ensure we ourselves are not infected and that we are not infecting others. This runs parallel with our spiritual practice. May we not spread our spiritual viruses (three poisons of greed, hatred and delusion) to others by ridding ourselves of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amituofo,Stonepeace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108740717977490235?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108740717977490235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108740717977490235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740717977490235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740717977490235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/virus.html' title='Virus'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108740681291442841</id><published>2004-06-17T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:26:52.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Improve</title><content type='html'>Do not speak &lt;br /&gt;unless it improves on silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not do anything &lt;br /&gt;unless it improves something.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108740681291442841?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108740681291442841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108740681291442841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740681291442841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740681291442841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/improve.html' title='Improve'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108740670963541256</id><published>2004-06-17T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:25:09.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace &amp; Quiet</title><content type='html'>Silence is not the absence of sound, &lt;br /&gt;but the absence of self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-H.W.L. Poonja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real peace is of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;not the environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Stonepeace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108740670963541256?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108740670963541256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108740670963541256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740670963541256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740670963541256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/peace-quiet.html' title='Peace &amp; Quiet'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7332684.post-108740655889650435</id><published>2004-06-17T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T01:22:38.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsibilities</title><content type='html'>One should not wish fewer responsibilities for an easier life, &lt;br /&gt;but better strength for more responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dharma Master Cheng Yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I was contemplating shirking responsibilities, this came in the mail. Reminds me that the Bodhisattva path to freedom is in picking up the task of helping more and more, yet with a freer and freer mind, not one more and more burdened by thoughts of exhaustion and giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7332684-108740655889650435?l=moonpointer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/feeds/108740655889650435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7332684&amp;postID=108740655889650435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740655889650435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7332684/posts/default/108740655889650435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moonpointer.blogspot.com/2004/06/responsibilities.html' title='Responsibilities'/><author><name>moonpointer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04141339963282120527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tFcDOQbgGE0/SYHcEpqyAjI/AAAAAAAAAA4/1jCB7LBcK2g/S220/mplogo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
