When In Doubt


The Buddha speaks

When in doubt, what do I turn to? Usually I turn inwards because I have a secret store of knowledge there.

What secrets?

Ah, I can’t tell you – they’re a secret.

And that’s how it should be.

And then the comforts come – usually in the form of a mystical idea. A kind of equanimity or peaceful balance in the eye of the storm.

My own religion – the one I was born into – is very clever. And demanding. Demanding before it gives warmth.

On the subject of warmth, the world is much warmer with spirituality in it than when the Earth is a cold ball spinning aimlessly in space, don’t you think?

Doubt. When does this happen? Usually when I am in safe harbour (I am mostly in a safe harbour) and reaching out for the next stepping stone in a sea of questionable stepping stones.

Most of the things in my life are a mystery to me. The big things, that is. Like wondering what the hell is going on inside someone else’s head. I’m as simple and straightforward as can be – be nice to me and I’ll like you. I may envy you, look down on you, appreciate you, find you dull, find you fascinating, intelligent – whatever – but I’ll like you.

And that surely is the biggest secret of all – that it is good to be nice to people.

Men will always find something to be jealous about – better looking, taller, slimmer, more popular, a better runner, luckier in love… whatever.

We’ve mostly got it cracked. don’t you think, as a human race? Food, shelter – we’ve tamed the place; made it our own.

And we keep falling for the same old illusions, time and time again. I know we are (well most of us) short-tempered and with a destructive streak – but really – in a lovely blue planet just nicely positioned in the universe you would think we could settle down and enjoy it.


  1. I’ll never understand people. What the hell is going on inside the heads of, say, the virus/trojan creators? Just to name one group of unfathomable people …

    Yes, we think we’ve tamed it, until next earthquake, tsunami, tornado et cetera.

    Having a faith is comforting and warming. Thankfully I’ve never lost mine, which I wasn’t really born into.


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