Khandro's Schooldays.
Chapter 1
Khandro looked out over the AB R&S classroom and sighed.It was all very discouraging. He had spent hours crafting his lessons, bon mots and homilies carefully designed to be just cryptic enough to encourage enquiry and spark the spirit of learning in the most obdurate and intellectually challenged of his pupils, to challenge them and help them grow - and what did they do? They ignored him, or challenged his pearls of wisdom! Plebs!
Not all of them, true, but that clique of atheists and rationalists, sat at the back of class, talking amongst themselves, were the most galling.
When he gently pointed out to them the spiritual significance of 20:45- so significant that even his dog recognised it, standing to attention every time the big hand pointed at 9, or how some individuals throughout history with a talent for writing believed that there was more to life than a purely naturalistic worldview- they rejected his encouragements.
Despite his best efforts to impart to them the wisdom of the ages - that any old rubbish should be accepted as true, especially if it didn't have any evidence, and that all beliefs and faiths were all equally valid and should all be afforded the utmost respect ,certainly in comparison with those barbarians who had no faith - he could not get his message through.
Instead, they jeered derisively, offered a two-fingered salute and exclaimed "so what, arty-farty?", and "show me the evidence, buddha boy!" His sensitive soul recoiled at the constant derision. They had Jeered! Derisively!At Him! How very dare they?!! Its not even as if his belly was that round!!
They tittered and laughed- oh, how they laughed - when he pointed out that with that sort of attitude they could never appreciate art or the wonders of the natural world as well as he could; In vain did he point out that their sensory armorium was pitiful in comparison to his own majestic organs.
How was it his class had been so infected with such corrupted values as critical thinking, or rationality, or science? How had it come to this?
Was he being too lenient? too lax with discipline? After all, it could not possibly be that his ideas might be wrongheaded.Nothing could challenge these beliefs, his faith was fixed in the bedrock of certainty.
Perhaps a dose of the cane might be in order.....?