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Garuda Nix elhozza a Garuda megszokott asztali konfigurációit és a Chaotic Nyx csomagtárat NixOS-re, így könnyebb belépőt ad Garuda-felhasználóknak a Nix világába. Kíváncsi vagy, hogyan működik az Impermanence és a Calamares telepítő együtt? Te kipróbálnád ezt a NixOS-alapú Garuda-élményt?

https://linuxmint.hu/hir/2026/09/garuda-linux-bemutatja-a-garuda-nixet-a-nixos-felhasznaloknak

#GarudaNix #GarudaLinux #NixOS #ChaoticNyx #Dr460nized #Mokka #Calamares #Nix #Btrfs #Impermanence

Garuda Nix elhozza a Garuda megszokott asztali konfigurációit és a Chaotic Nyx csomagtárat NixOS-re, így könnyebb belépőt ad Garuda-felhasználóknak a Nix világába. Kíváncsi vagy, hogyan működik az Impermanence és a Calamares telepítő együtt? Te kipróbálnád ezt a NixOS-alapú Garuda-élményt?

https://linuxmint.hu/hir/2026/09/garuda-linux-bemutatja-a-garuda-nixet-a-nixos-felhasznaloknak

#GarudaNix #GarudaLinux #NixOS #ChaoticNyx #Dr460nized #Mokka #Calamares #Nix #Btrfs #Impermanence

Garuda Nix elhozza a Garuda megszokott asztali konfigurációit és a Chaotic Nyx csomagtárat NixOS-re, így könnyebb belépőt ad Garuda-felhasználóknak a Nix világába. Kíváncsi vagy, hogyan működik az Impermanence és a Calamares telepítő együtt? Te kipróbálnád ezt a NixOS-alapú Garuda-élményt?

https://linuxmint.hu/hir/2026/09/garuda-linux-bemutatja-a-garuda-nixet-a-nixos-felhasznaloknak

#GarudaNix #GarudaLinux #NixOS #ChaoticNyx #Dr460nized #Mokka #Calamares #Nix #Btrfs #Impermanence

Two Girls Blowing Bubbles (ca. 1880) by Jacob Maris, from Two Girls Blowing Bubbles.

Source: Rijksmuseum

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/2aee1abe-4239-435b-9a89-df7c52b77a0d

#bubbles #soap #tables #death #impermanence #children #play #vanitas #painting #drawing #art #publicdomain

Two Girls Blowing Bubbles (ca. 1880) by Jacob Maris, from Two Girls Blowing Bubbles.

Source: Rijksmuseum

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/2aee1abe-4239-435b-9a89-df7c52b77a0d

#bubbles #soap #tables #death #impermanence #children #play #vanitas #painting #drawing #art #publicdomain

Two Girls Blowing Bubbles (ca. 1880) by Jacob Maris, from Two Girls Blowing Bubbles.

Source: Rijksmuseum

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/2aee1abe-4239-435b-9a89-df7c52b77a0d

#bubbles #soap #tables #death #impermanence #children #play #vanitas #painting #drawing #art #publicdomain

Two Girls Blowing Bubbles (ca. 1880) by Jacob Maris, from Two Girls Blowing Bubbles.

Source: Rijksmuseum

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/2aee1abe-4239-435b-9a89-df7c52b77a0d

#bubbles #soap #tables #death #impermanence #children #play #vanitas #painting #drawing #art #publicdomain

Two Girls Blowing Bubbles (ca. 1880) by Jacob Maris, from Two Girls Blowing Bubbles.

Source: Rijksmuseum

https://pdimagearchive.org/images/2aee1abe-4239-435b-9a89-df7c52b77a0d

#bubbles #soap #tables #death #impermanence #children #play #vanitas #painting #drawing #art #publicdomain

Salvagnacois ?

https://vincentbreton.fr/salvagnacois/

Salvagnacois ?

https://vincentbreton.fr/salvagnacois/

once was ice
now a small puddle
of water

#haiku
#Impermanence
#dailyhaikuprompt

once was ice
now a small puddle
of water

#haiku
#Impermanence
#dailyhaikuprompt

once was ice
now a small puddle
of water

#haiku
#Impermanence
#dailyhaikuprompt

once was ice
now a small puddle
of water

#haiku
#Impermanence
#dailyhaikuprompt

once was ice
now a small puddle
of water

#haiku
#Impermanence
#dailyhaikuprompt

Skeleton house

Subliminal commentary?

http://rustyring.blogspot.com/2026/08/ww-skeleton-house.html

#anitya, #impermanence, #WordlessWednesday, #Zen

Skeleton house

Subliminal commentary?

http://rustyring.blogspot.com/2026/08/ww-skeleton-house.html

#anitya, #impermanence, #WordlessWednesday, #Zen

Skeleton house

Subliminal commentary?

http://rustyring.blogspot.com/2026/08/ww-skeleton-house.html

#anitya, #impermanence, #WordlessWednesday, #Zen

Skeleton house

Subliminal commentary?

http://rustyring.blogspot.com/2026/08/ww-skeleton-house.html

#anitya, #impermanence, #WordlessWednesday, #Zen

John Brehm, 1955-2026

The poet John Brehm passed away on Monday, in Portland, Oregon.

John and I were friends, close friends when he lived just down the block from me, on Berkeley Place, here in Brooklyn. We’d listen to Brad Mehldau and McCoy Tyner at his place, eat lentil soup at a now-defunct Middle Eastern joint on 6th Avenue, and tomcat around town.

His poems from that period are the ones I know best, many of which are collected in his 2004 book, Sea of Faith: “When My Car Broke Down,” “If Feeling Isn’t In It,” and the title poem, “Sea of Faith.” Reading its last lines again reminds me of the John I knew:

                                                                                  ...I wished 
it was true, wished there really was a Sea of Faith
that you could wade out into,
dive under its blue and magic waters,
hold your breath, swim like a fish
down to the bottom, and then emerge again
able to believe in everything, faithful
and unafraid to ask even the simplest of questions,
happy to have them simply answered.

In “The Poems I Have Not Written,” John calls himself “wildly unprolific,” but that is just so much Brehmian self-deprecation. Poetic accomplishment isn’t measured by the bushel anyway. In John’s case, the art is in the intense focus and scrutiny he brings to particular details of a single moment in time (like the twelve raindrops hanging from the window sash in “Morning, East Wallingford”); it’s in the mix of precise observation and dreamy wonder, or the ease with which his verses follow the path of his wandering mind, or the surprise he shares with readers at finding humor even in the darkest moments.

Just This, his most recent book, brings together about twenty-five years of John Brehm’s writing, and it’s a pretty good place to get to know his work. The book opens with new poems, including a whole section of haiku. I vaguely remember telling John, indelicately and as if what I had to say on the subject mattered, that haiku didn’t do much for me. He had probably forgotten, or long ago forgiven, my arrogant and clumsy remarks when I wrote to him just a few weeks ago about this poem, which now rings, as it were, especially true for me:

just before dawn
my tinnitus takes over
where the crickets leave off

He plays all kinds of variations on the form.

           looking up
from looking something up -- 
                   the whole world still there.

Many of Brehm’s poems are about that interplay of self and world, the real and unrealized possibilities of a passing moment, the fleeting glimpse of some longed-for ecstasy or metamorphosis, a poet becoming fish, or becoming water, as in “Supplication at the River.”

And then I would turn away
and into something other,
as if the way the water moves,
confluence of sources, metaphor 
for everything, but essential and itself,
would be my way of moving.

This is the poetic situation, or at least the situation that shows up again and again in John Brehm’s poetry. Emotions may feel sticky, but everything’s ceaselessly in motion. The mind grasps at flickering images of what is and what could be, puts words to them, gives them form and definition; yet what’s done will easily come undone. The poems are record of the passing moment and some consolation for its passing. And things begin just at the moment when they seem to end.

John Brehm, 1955-2026

The poet John Brehm passed away on Monday, in Portland, Oregon.

John and I were friends, close friends when he lived just down the block from me, on Berkeley Place, here in Brooklyn. We’d listen to Brad Mehldau and McCoy Tyner at his place, eat lentil soup at a now-defunct Middle Eastern joint on 6th Avenue, and tomcat around town.

His poems from that period are the ones I know best, many of which are collected in his 2004 book, Sea of Faith: “When My Car Broke Down,” “If Feeling Isn’t In It,” and the title poem, “Sea of Faith.” Reading its last lines again reminds me of the John I knew:

                                                                                  ...I wished 
it was true, wished there really was a Sea of Faith
that you could wade out into,
dive under its blue and magic waters,
hold your breath, swim like a fish
down to the bottom, and then emerge again
able to believe in everything, faithful
and unafraid to ask even the simplest of questions,
happy to have them simply answered.

In “The Poems I Have Not Written,” John calls himself “wildly unprolific,” but that is just so much Brehmian self-deprecation. Poetic accomplishment isn’t measured by the bushel anyway. In John’s case, the art is in the intense focus and scrutiny he brings to particular details of a single moment in time (like the twelve raindrops hanging from the window sash in “Morning, East Wallingford”); it’s in the mix of precise observation and dreamy wonder, or the ease with which his verses follow the path of his wandering mind, or the surprise he shares with readers at finding humor even in the darkest moments.

Just This, his latest book, brings together about twenty-five years of John Brehm’s writing, and it’s a pretty good place to get to know his work. The book opens with new poems, including a whole section of haiku. I vaguely remember telling John, indelicately and as if what I had to say on the subject mattered, that haiku didn’t do much for me. He had probably forgotten, or long ago forgiven, my arrogant and oafish remarks when I wrote to him just a few weeks ago about this poem, which now rings, as it were, especially true for me:

just before dawn
my tinnitus takes over
where the crickets leave off

He plays all kinds of variations on the form.

           looking up
from looking something up -- 
                   the whole world still there.

Many of Brehm’s poems are about that interplay of self and world, the real and unrealized possibilities of a passing moment, the fleeting glimpse of some longed-for ecstasy or metamorphosis, a poet becoming fish, or becoming water, as in “Supplication at the River.”

And then I would turn away
and into something other,
as if the way the water moves,
confluence of sources, metaphor 
for everything, but essential and itself,
would be my way of moving.

This is the poetic situation, or at least the situation that shows up again and again in John Brehm’s poetry. Emotions may feel sticky, but everything’s ceaselessly in motion. The mind grasps at flickering images of what is and what could be, puts words to them, gives them form and definition; yet what’s done will easily come undone. The poems are record of the passing moment and some consolation for its passing. And things begin just at the moment when they seem to end.

John Brehm, 1955-2026

The poet John Brehm passed away on Monday, in Portland, Oregon.

John and I were friends, close friends when he lived just down the block from me, on Berkeley Place, here in Brooklyn. We’d listen to Brad Mehldau and McCoy Tyner at his place, eat lentil soup at a now-defunct Middle Eastern joint on 6th Avenue, and tomcat around town.

His poems from that period are the ones I know best, many of which are collected in his 2004 book, Sea of Faith: “When My Car Broke Down,” “If Feeling Isn’t In It,” and the title poem, “Sea of Faith.” Reading its last lines again reminds me of the John I knew:

                                                                                  ...I wished 
it was true, wished there really was a Sea of Faith
that you could wade out into,
dive under its blue and magic waters,
hold your breath, swim like a fish
down to the bottom, and then emerge again
able to believe in everything, faithful
and unafraid to ask even the simplest of questions,
happy to have them simply answered.

In “The Poems I Have Not Written,” John calls himself “wildly unprolific,” but that is just so much Brehmian self-deprecation. Poetic accomplishment isn’t measured by the bushel anyway. In John’s case, the art is in the intense focus and scrutiny he brings to particular details of a single moment in time (like the twelve raindrops hanging from the window sash in “Morning, East Wallingford”); it’s in the mix of precise observation and dreamy wonder, or the ease with which his verses follow the path of his wandering mind, or the surprise he shares with readers at finding humor even in the darkest moments.

Just This, his most recent book, brings together about twenty-five years of John Brehm’s writing, and it’s a pretty good place to get to know his work. The book opens with new poems, including a whole section of haiku. I vaguely remember telling John, indelicately and as if what I had to say on the subject mattered, that haiku didn’t do much for me. He had probably forgotten, or long ago forgiven, my arrogant and clumsy remarks when I wrote to him just a few weeks ago about this poem, which now rings, as it were, especially true for me:

just before dawn
my tinnitus takes over
where the crickets leave off

He plays all kinds of variations on the form.

           looking up
from looking something up -- 
                   the whole world still there.

Many of Brehm’s poems are about that interplay of self and world, the real and unrealized possibilities of a passing moment, the fleeting glimpse of some longed-for ecstasy or metamorphosis, a poet becoming fish, or becoming water, as in “Supplication at the River.”

And then I would turn away
and into something other,
as if the way the water moves,
confluence of sources, metaphor 
for everything, but essential and itself,
would be my way of moving.

This is the poetic situation, or at least the situation that shows up again and again in John Brehm’s poetry. Emotions may feel sticky, but everything’s ceaselessly in motion. The mind grasps at flickering images of what is and what could be, puts words to them, gives them form and definition; yet what’s done will easily come undone. The poems are record of the passing moment and some consolation for its passing. And things begin just at the moment when they seem to end.

John Brehm, 1955-2026

The poet John Brehm passed away on Monday, in Portland, Oregon.

John and I were friends, close friends when he lived just down the block from me, on Berkeley Place, here in Brooklyn. We’d listen to Brad Mehldau and McCoy Tyner at his place, eat lentil soup at a now-defunct Middle Eastern joint on 6th Avenue, and tomcat around town.

His poems from that period are the ones I know best, many of which are collected in his 2004 book, Sea of Faith: “When My Car Broke Down,” “If Feeling Isn’t In It,” and the title poem, “Sea of Faith.” Reading its last lines again reminds me of the John I knew:

                                                                                  ...I wished 
it was true, wished there really was a Sea of Faith
that you could wade out into,
dive under its blue and magic waters,
hold your breath, swim like a fish
down to the bottom, and then emerge again
able to believe in everything, faithful
and unafraid to ask even the simplest of questions,
happy to have them simply answered.

In “The Poems I Have Not Written,” John calls himself “wildly unprolific,” but that is just so much Brehmian self-deprecation. Poetic accomplishment isn’t measured by the bushel anyway. In John’s case, the art is in the intense focus and scrutiny he brings to particular details of a single moment in time (like the twelve raindrops hanging from the window sash in “Morning, East Wallingford”); it’s in the mix of precise observation and dreamy wonder, or the ease with which his verses follow the path of his wandering mind, or the surprise he shares with readers at finding humor even in the darkest moments.

Just This, his most recent book, brings together about twenty-five years of John Brehm’s writing, and it’s a pretty good place to get to know his work. The book opens with new poems, including a whole section of haiku. I vaguely remember telling John, indelicately and as if what I had to say on the subject mattered, that haiku didn’t do much for me. He had probably forgotten, or long ago forgiven, my arrogant and clumsy remarks when I wrote to him just a few weeks ago about this poem, which now rings, as it were, especially true for me:

just before dawn
my tinnitus takes over
where the crickets leave off

He plays all kinds of variations on the form.

           looking up
from looking something up -- 
                   the whole world still there.

Many of Brehm’s poems are about that interplay of self and world, the real and unrealized possibilities of a passing moment, the fleeting glimpse of some longed-for ecstasy or metamorphosis, a poet becoming fish, or becoming water, as in “Supplication at the River.”

And then I would turn away
and into something other,
as if the way the water moves,
confluence of sources, metaphor 
for everything, but essential and itself,
would be my way of moving.

This is the poetic situation, or at least the situation that shows up again and again in John Brehm’s poetry. Emotions may feel sticky, but everything’s ceaselessly in motion. The mind grasps at flickering images of what is and what could be, puts words to them, gives them form and definition; yet what’s done will easily come undone. The poems are record of the passing moment and some consolation for its passing. And things begin just at the moment when they seem to end.

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dandelion seeds waiting

a dandelion seed head suggests the idea of impermanence.

#photography #photo #naturephotography #nature #autumn #fall #flowers #dendelion #dandelion #bnw #blackandwhite #monochrome #mood #zen #impermanence #noself #thichnhathanh #seeds #delicate #texture #fragility #design #cycles

dandelion seeds waiting

a dandelion seed head suggests the idea of impermanence.

#photography #photo #naturephotography #nature #autumn #fall #flowers #dendelion #dandelion #bnw #blackandwhite #monochrome #mood #zen #impermanence #noself #thichnhathanh #seeds #delicate #texture #fragility #design #cycles

dandelion seeds waiting

a dandelion seed head suggests the idea of impermanence.

#photography #photo #naturephotography #nature #autumn #fall #flowers #dendelion #dandelion #bnw #blackandwhite #monochrome #mood #zen #impermanence #noself #thichnhathanh #seeds #delicate #texture #fragility #design #cycles

dandelion seeds waiting

a dandelion seed head suggests the idea of impermanence.

#photography #photo #naturephotography #nature #autumn #fall #flowers #dendelion #dandelion #bnw #blackandwhite #monochrome #mood #zen #impermanence #noself #thichnhathanh #seeds #delicate #texture #fragility #design #cycles

dandelion seeds waiting

a dandelion seed head suggests the idea of impermanence.

#photography #photo #naturephotography #nature #autumn #fall #flowers #dendelion #dandelion #bnw #blackandwhite #monochrome #mood #zen #impermanence #noself #thichnhathanh #seeds #delicate #texture #fragility #design #cycles

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Expérience humaine

https://dandanjean.com/2026/08/19/experience-humaine/

Due to its impermanence, there is nothing in this world truly worth doing, except working to escape.

(According to Buddhism, neither salvation by a deity nor physical death/suicide is an escape from rebirth. Meditation is the only escape.)

#buddhism #impermanence #value #worth #meaning #purpose #substance #essence #salvation #liberation #deity #god #death #rebirth #reincarnation #meditation

Due to its impermanence, there is nothing in this world truly worth doing, except working to escape.

(According to Buddhism, neither salvation by a deity nor physical death/suicide is an escape from rebirth. Meditation is the only escape.)

#buddhism #impermanence #value #worth #meaning #purpose #substance #essence #salvation #liberation #deity #god #death #rebirth #reincarnation #meditation

Due to its impermanence, there is nothing in this world truly worth doing, except working to escape.

(According to Buddhism, neither salvation by a deity nor physical death/suicide is an escape from rebirth. Meditation is the only escape.)

#buddhism #impermanence #value #worth #meaning #purpose #substance #essence #salvation #liberation #deity #god #death #rebirth #reincarnation #meditation

Due to its impermanence, there is nothing in this world truly worth doing, except working to escape.

(According to Buddhism, neither salvation by a deity nor physical death/suicide is an escape from rebirth. Meditation is the only escape.)

#buddhism #impermanence #value #worth #meaning #purpose #substance #essence #salvation #liberation #deity #god #death #rebirth #reincarnation #meditation

Due to its impermanence, there is nothing in this world truly worth doing, except working to escape.

(According to Buddhism, neither salvation by a deity nor physical death/suicide is an escape from rebirth. Meditation is the only escape.)

#buddhism #impermanence #value #worth #meaning #purpose #substance #essence #salvation #liberation #deity #god #death #rebirth #reincarnation #meditation

The whole 'room' of awareness is an impermanent mental fabrication -- both your perceived self and your perceived environment. Like a dream, it's a packaged self-world which either all appears together or all disappears together.

#buddhism #mind #awareness #consciousness #impermanence #fabrication #construction #hallucination #perception #duality #dream #dreaming

The whole 'room' of awareness is an impermanent mental fabrication -- both your perceived self and your perceived environment. Like a dream, it's a packaged self-world which either all appears together or all disappears together.

#buddhism #mind #awareness #consciousness #impermanence #fabrication #construction #hallucination #perception #duality #dream #dreaming

The whole 'room' of awareness is an impermanent mental fabrication -- both your perceived self and your perceived environment. Like a dream, it's a packaged self-world which either all appears together or all disappears together.

#buddhism #mind #awareness #consciousness #impermanence #fabrication #construction #hallucination #perception #duality #dream #dreaming

The whole 'room' of awareness is an impermanent mental fabrication -- both your perceived self and your perceived environment. Like a dream, it's a packaged self-world which either all appears together or all disappears together.

#buddhism #mind #awareness #consciousness #impermanence #fabrication #construction #hallucination #perception #duality #dream #dreaming

The whole 'room' of awareness is an impermanent mental fabrication -- both your perceived self and your perceived environment. Like a dream, it's a packaged self-world which either all appears together or all disappears together.

#buddhism #mind #awareness #consciousness #impermanence #fabrication #construction #hallucination #perception #duality #dream #dreaming

A Letter to the Karmapa, Ogyen Trinley Dorje

https://kronikaduszy.wordpress.com/2026/08/05/a-letter-to-the-karmapa-ogyen-trinley-dorje/

After developing the ability to watch thoughts and feelings from a mental distance, an even greater freedom is to detach from the subjective feeling of a watcher (which is also impermanent). The result is ungrounded experience, where there is knowing but no knower.

#buddhism #earlybuddhism #detachment #thoughts #feelings #freedom #mind #mental #subjectivity #duality #dualism #impermanence #awareness #meditation

After developing the ability to watch thoughts and feelings from a mental distance, an even greater freedom is to detach from the subjective feeling of a watcher (which is also impermanent). The result is ungrounded experience, where there is knowing but no knower.

#buddhism #earlybuddhism #detachment #thoughts #feelings #freedom #mind #mental #subjectivity #duality #dualism #impermanence #awareness #meditation

After developing the ability to watch thoughts and feelings from a mental distance, an even greater freedom is to detach from the subjective feeling of a watcher (which is also impermanent). The result is ungrounded experience, where there is knowing but no knower.

#buddhism #earlybuddhism #detachment #thoughts #feelings #freedom #mind #mental #subjectivity #duality #dualism #impermanence #awareness #meditation

ephemeral

a sand mandala,
morning dew

this life . .

#haiku
#buddhism
#Impermanence

ephemeral

a sand mandala,
morning dew

this life . .

#haiku
#buddhism
#Impermanence

ephemeral

a sand mandala,
morning dew

this life . .

#haiku
#buddhism
#Impermanence

Bouddhisme et physique quantique

Depuis les débuts de la mécanique quantique, physiciens et penseurs bouddhistes ont remarqué des résonances frappantes entre les deux disciplines. Niels Bohr avait fait peindre le symbole du yin-yang sur ses armoiries, Erwin Schrödinger s’était plongé dans les Upanishads, le Dalaï-Lama, lui-même dialogue depuis des décennies avec des physiciens dans le cadre de l’institut Mind and Life. Ces convergences méritent d’être examinées avec rigueur, sans tomber dans l’amalgame facile.

Le bouddhisme place au centre de sa doctrine l’impermanence, rien n’existe de façon fixe et stable, tout est flux, devenir, changement constant. La physique quantique décrit un monde similaire au niveau subatomique. Une particule n’a pas de position ou de vitesse définies avant mesure, elle existe sous forme de probabilités, une fonction d’onde qui ne se fixe qu’au moment de l’observation. Cette absence d’état stable et prédéterminé fait écho à l’idée bouddhiste selon laquelle chercher une essence fixe dans les phénomènes est une illusion.

Le concept bouddhiste de production conditionnée illustre qu’aucun phénomène n’existe indépendamment des autres, tout surgit en relation, par un réseau de causes et de conditions. La physique quantique offre une analogie frappant avec l’intrication. Deux particules intriquées restent corrélées, quelle que soit la distance qui les sépare, de sorte que la mesure de l’une affecte instantanément l’état de l’autre. Certains y voient une illustration physique de l’idée qu’aucune entité n’est véritablement séparée du reste de l’univers.

Le terme sanskrit śūnyatā, souvent traduit par « vacuité », ne désigne pas le néant, mais l’absence d’existence propre et indépendante des phénomènes. Les choses n’ont de réalité que relationnelle. En physique quantique, le vide n’est pas non plus un néant absolu. Le vide quantique bouillonne de particules virtuelles qui apparaissent et disparaissent constamment, et le champ quantique reste la structure fondamentale d’où émerge toute matière. Les deux notions rejettent l’idée d’un fond stable et substantiel sous les apparences, sans pour autant être identiques.

Le principe de complémentarité de Bohr, selon lequel une même entité peut se comporter comme onde ou comme particule sans que ces descriptions soient contradictoires, mais complémentaires, rappelle la logique du tétralemme bouddhiste et la philosophie madhyamaka de Nagarjuna, qui refuse les catégories binaires du « est » et du « n’est pas ». Les deux traditions invitent à dépasser une logique strictement binaire pour appréhender une réalité plus fluide et contextuelle, de façon non duelle.

Ces résonances sont intellectuellement stimulantes, mais il importe de distinguer deux niveaux de discours. Le bouddhisme est une tradition philosophique et contemplative, fondée sur l’expérience méditative directe et une visée de cessation de la souffrance. La physique quantique est une théorie mathématique prédictive, validée par l’expérimentation. Les résonances relèvent souvent de l’analogie conceptuelle plutôt que d’une équivalence de fond, et le risque d’instrumentaliser l’un pour légitimer l’autre est réel, dans les deux sens.

Cela dit, la rencontre reste stimulante pour qui cherche à explorer des voies de passage. Elle a nourri des travaux comme ceux du physicien Anton Zeilinger ou du philosophe des sciences B. Alan Wallace, et elle continue d’alimenter une réflexion sur les limites de nos catégories habituelles, substance, séparation, permanence, que ces deux traditions, chacune à sa manière, remettent en question.

Une chanson de Claude Dubois – Au Bout Des Doigts

Les paroles sur https://lyriz.progysm.com/chanson.php?idlien=6519

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ovpy6o0W-Q

Par Daniel Jean dans Voies (x) de passage

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Bouddhisme et physique quantique

Depuis les débuts de la mécanique quantique, physiciens et penseurs bouddhistes ont remarqué des résonances frappantes entre les deux disciplines. Niels Bohr avait fait peindre le symbole du yin-yang sur ses armoiries, Erwin Schrödinger s’était plongé dans les Upanishads, le Dalaï-Lama, lui-même dialogue depuis des décennies avec des physiciens dans le cadre de l’institut Mind and Life. Ces convergences méritent d’être examinées avec rigueur, sans tomber dans l’amalgame facile.

Le bouddhisme place au centre de sa doctrine l’impermanence, rien n’existe de façon fixe et stable, tout est flux, devenir, changement constant. La physique quantique décrit un monde similaire au niveau subatomique. Une particule n’a pas de position ou de vitesse définies avant mesure, elle existe sous forme de probabilités, une fonction d’onde qui ne se fixe qu’au moment de l’observation. Cette absence d’état stable et prédéterminé fait écho à l’idée bouddhiste selon laquelle chercher une essence fixe dans les phénomènes est une illusion.

Le concept bouddhiste de production conditionnée illustre qu’aucun phénomène n’existe indépendamment des autres, tout surgit en relation, par un réseau de causes et de conditions. La physique quantique offre une analogie frappant avec l’intrication. Deux particules intriquées restent corrélées, quelle que soit la distance qui les sépare, de sorte que la mesure de l’une affecte instantanément l’état de l’autre. Certains y voient une illustration physique de l’idée qu’aucune entité n’est véritablement séparée du reste de l’univers.

Le terme sanskrit śūnyatā, souvent traduit par « vacuité », ne désigne pas le néant, mais l’absence d’existence propre et indépendante des phénomènes. Les choses n’ont de réalité que relationnelle. En physique quantique, le vide n’est pas non plus un néant absolu. Le vide quantique bouillonne de particules virtuelles qui apparaissent et disparaissent constamment, et le champ quantique reste la structure fondamentale d’où émerge toute matière. Les deux notions rejettent l’idée d’un fond stable et substantiel sous les apparences, sans pour autant être identiques.

Le principe de complémentarité de Bohr, selon lequel une même entité peut se comporter comme onde ou comme particule sans que ces descriptions soient contradictoires, mais complémentaires, rappelle la logique du tétralemme bouddhiste et la philosophie madhyamaka de Nagarjuna, qui refuse les catégories binaires du « est » et du « n’est pas ». Les deux traditions invitent à dépasser une logique strictement binaire pour appréhender une réalité plus fluide et contextuelle, de façon non duelle.

Ces résonances sont intellectuellement stimulantes, mais il importe de distinguer deux niveaux de discours. Le bouddhisme est une tradition philosophique et contemplative, fondée sur l’expérience méditative directe et une visée de cessation de la souffrance. La physique quantique est une théorie mathématique prédictive, validée par l’expérimentation. Les résonances relèvent souvent de l’analogie conceptuelle plutôt que d’une équivalence de fond, et le risque d’instrumentaliser l’un pour légitimer l’autre est réel, dans les deux sens.

Cela dit, la rencontre reste stimulante pour qui cherche à explorer des voies de passage. Elle a nourri des travaux comme ceux du physicien Anton Zeilinger ou du philosophe des sciences B. Alan Wallace, et elle continue d’alimenter une réflexion sur les limites de nos catégories habituelles, substance, séparation, permanence, que ces deux traditions, chacune à sa manière, remettent en question.

Une chanson de Claude Dubois – Au Bout Des Doigts

Les paroles sur https://lyriz.progysm.com/chanson.php?idlien=6519

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ovpy6o0W-Q

Par Daniel Jean dans Voies (x) de passage

COPYRIGHT – DROIT DE REPRODUCTION – La reproduction de cet article sur un blogue ou un site est autorisé à condition de respecter :   * L’intégralité du texte — Vous ne devez pas modifier, transformer ou adapter ce texte. * Le droit d’auteur — Vous devez citer le nom de la source (avec un hyperlien vers l’article original de préférence). * La finalité sans but lucratif — Vous n’avez pas le droit d’utiliser cette création à des fins commerciales. Si j’ai utilisé vos textes/photos et que vous souhaitez que je les retire, merci de me contacter en commentaire, ce sera fait rapidement.

Bouddhisme et physique quantique

Depuis les débuts de la mécanique quantique, physiciens et penseurs bouddhistes ont remarqué des résonances frappantes entre les deux disciplines. Niels Bohr avait fait peindre le symbole du yin-yang sur ses armoiries, Erwin Schrödinger s’était plongé dans les Upanishads, le Dalaï-Lama, lui-même dialogue depuis des décennies avec des physiciens dans le cadre de l’institut Mind and Life. Ces convergences méritent d’être examinées avec rigueur, sans tomber dans l’amalgame facile.

Le bouddhisme place au centre de sa doctrine l’impermanence, rien n’existe de façon fixe et stable, tout est flux, devenir, changement constant. La physique quantique décrit un monde similaire au niveau subatomique. Une particule n’a pas de position ou de vitesse définies avant mesure, elle existe sous forme de probabilités, une fonction d’onde qui ne se fixe qu’au moment de l’observation. Cette absence d’état stable et prédéterminé fait écho à l’idée bouddhiste selon laquelle chercher une essence fixe dans les phénomènes est une illusion.

Le concept bouddhiste de production conditionnée illustre qu’aucun phénomène n’existe indépendamment des autres, tout surgit en relation, par un réseau de causes et de conditions. La physique quantique offre une analogie frappant avec l’intrication. Deux particules intriquées restent corrélées, quelle que soit la distance qui les sépare, de sorte que la mesure de l’une affecte instantanément l’état de l’autre. Certains y voient une illustration physique de l’idée qu’aucune entité n’est véritablement séparée du reste de l’univers.

Le terme sanskrit śūnyatā, souvent traduit par « vacuité », ne désigne pas le néant, mais l’absence d’existence propre et indépendante des phénomènes. Les choses n’ont de réalité que relationnelle. En physique quantique, le vide n’est pas non plus un néant absolu. Le vide quantique bouillonne de particules virtuelles qui apparaissent et disparaissent constamment, et le champ quantique reste la structure fondamentale d’où émerge toute matière. Les deux notions rejettent l’idée d’un fond stable et substantiel sous les apparences, sans pour autant être identiques.

Le principe de complémentarité de Bohr, selon lequel une même entité peut se comporter comme onde ou comme particule sans que ces descriptions soient contradictoires, mais complémentaires, rappelle la logique du tétralemme bouddhiste et la philosophie madhyamaka de Nagarjuna, qui refuse les catégories binaires du « est » et du « n’est pas ». Les deux traditions invitent à dépasser une logique strictement binaire pour appréhender une réalité plus fluide et contextuelle, de façon non duelle.

Ces résonances sont intellectuellement stimulantes, mais il importe de distinguer deux niveaux de discours. Le bouddhisme est une tradition philosophique et contemplative, fondée sur l’expérience méditative directe et une visée de cessation de la souffrance. La physique quantique est une théorie mathématique prédictive, validée par l’expérimentation. Les résonances relèvent souvent de l’analogie conceptuelle plutôt que d’une équivalence de fond, et le risque d’instrumentaliser l’un pour légitimer l’autre est réel, dans les deux sens.

Cela dit, la rencontre reste stimulante pour qui cherche à explorer des voies de passage. Elle a nourri des travaux comme ceux du physicien Anton Zeilinger ou du philosophe des sciences B. Alan Wallace, et elle continue d’alimenter une réflexion sur les limites de nos catégories habituelles, substance, séparation, permanence, que ces deux traditions, chacune à sa manière, remettent en question.

Une chanson de Claude Dubois – Au Bout Des Doigts

Les paroles sur https://lyriz.progysm.com/chanson.php?idlien=6519

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ovpy6o0W-Q

Par Daniel Jean dans Voies (x) de passage

COPYRIGHT – DROIT DE REPRODUCTION – La reproduction de cet article sur un blogue ou un site est autorisé à condition de respecter :   * L’intégralité du texte — Vous ne devez pas modifier, transformer ou adapter ce texte. * Le droit d’auteur — Vous devez citer le nom de la source (avec un hyperlien vers l’article original de préférence). * La finalité sans but lucratif — Vous n’avez pas le droit d’utiliser cette création à des fins commerciales. Si j’ai utilisé vos textes/photos et que vous souhaitez que je les retire, merci de me contacter en commentaire, ce sera fait rapidement.

sand castles
cannot stand against
the tides of time

#haiku
#Impermanence
#dailyhaikuprompt

morning chill—
I'm reminded to stay
in the present moment

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#presence #dailyhaikuprompt