proof of buddha nature

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I was snarking back and forth with a Social Darwinist the other day, insisting that feral responses to economic terror are, at best, childish... laughable if they weren't so harmful... psychotic... abnormal. He just wouldn't grok my point about the self-awareness, selfishness, being an aberrant overlying crust concealing true nature... that many people, most people mistake for being "human nature". The crummy stuff Jill Bolte Taylor pled against so beautifully at TED. So, then, who'da thunk a boxer could provide the metaphor I needed?

"It is not a bad feeling when you're knocked out," he said. "It's a good feeling, actually. It's not painful, just a sharp grogginess. You don't see angels or stars; you're on a pleasant cloud. After Liston hit me in Nevada, I felt, for about four or five seconds, that everybody in the arena was actually in the ring with me, circled around me like a family, and you feel warmth toward all the people in the arena after you're knocked out. You feel lovable to all the people. And you want to reach out and kiss everybody—men and women—and after the Liston fight somebody told me I actually blew a kiss to the crowd from the ring. I don't remember that. But I guess it's true because that's the way you feel during the four or five seconds after a knockout.

"But then," Patterson went on, still pacing, "this good feeling leaves you. You realize where you are, and what you're doing there, and what has just happened to you. And what follows is a hurt, a confused hurt—not a physical hurt—it's a hurt combined with anger; it's a what-will-people-think hurt; it's an ashamed-of-myself hurt, and all you want then is a hatch door in the middle of the ring—a hatch door that will open and let you fall through and land in your dressing room instead of having to get out of the ring and face those people. The worst thing about losing is having to walk out of the ring and face those people."

You are in that few seconds waking from a knockout.