Can you admit you're wrong?
 

Yeah, can you?

Is your ego a little too huge?

You cant admit your wrong.....

I know that for a fact....

Yeah, sometimes im a bit of a cunt when it comes to that.

But you, man! You're the main guy who has ego problems. Ive never seen you not get offended at people talking shit or saying your view is incorrect.

I'm not usually wrong.......

You're often wrong.

I beg to differ...

Dude, you'd be off your nut if someone insulted your views or said you were wrong. You go nuts. You are so absorbed in what other people think of your stance that you don't back down due to pure stubborn-ness.

Is that so...

Well seeing as I'm so absorbed in what other people think, maybe I'll chuck an OMB and make a million threads in cerebral approach on random philosophy never writing anything beyond "what do you guys think" under the subject title.

The difference is I do it out of interest, you get offended and do it to re-up your ego.

yes i can admit im wrong

unless talkin wid ma girl, she b bringing back shit when we talk lik "you know you wrong, cos last time in october 2003 when u thought u was right, u were wrong!!"

so i dnt give her ammo

My ego obviously doesent need re-upping very often then seeing as I havnt started hardly any of those threads....

Bahahhahahahahahahaha

This played out perfectly.

sometimes im not...but i dont keep going on like otehers who sink themselves deeper like that...

Su Dongpo was an avid student of Buddhist teachings, and often discussed them with his good friend, the Zen master Foyin. The two lived across the river from one another - Su Dongpo's residence on the north side and Foyin's Gold Mountain Temple on the south side.

One day, Su Dongpo felt inspired and wrote the following poem:

I bow my head to the heaven within heaven
Hairline rays illuminating the universe
The eight winds cannot move me
Sitting still upon the purple golden lotus

Impressed by himself, Su Dongpo dispatched a servant to hand-carry this poem to Foyin. He felt certain that his friend would be just as impressed.

When Foyin read the poem, he immediately saw that it was both a tribute to the Buddha and a declaration of spiritual refinement. The "eight winds" in the poem referred to praise, ridicule, honor, disgrace, gain, loss, pleasure and misery - interpersonal forces of the material world that drove and influenced the hearts of men. Su Dongpo was saying that he had attained a higher level of spirituality, where these forces no longer affected him.

Smiling, the Zen master wrote "fart" on the manuscript and had it returned to Su Dongpo.

Su Dongpo had been expecting compliments and a seal of approval, so he was shocked when he saw what the Zen master had written. He hit the roof: "How dare he insult me like this? Why that lousy old monk! He's got a lot of explaining to do!"

Full of indignation, Su Dongpo ordered a boat to ferry him to the other shore as quickly as possible. Once there, he jumped off and charged into the temple. He wanted to find Foyin and demand an apology.

He found Foyin's door closed. On the door was a piece of paper, with the following two lines:

The eight winds cannot move me
One fart blows me across the river

This stopped Su Dongpo cold. Foyin had anticipated this hotheaded visit. Su Dongpo's anger suddenly drained away as he understood his friend's meaning. If he really was a man of spiritual refinement, completely unaffected by the eight winds, then how could he be so easily provoked?

With a few strokes of the pen and minimal effort, Foyin showed that Su Dongpo was in fact not as spiritually advanced as he claimed to be. Ashamed but wiser, Su Dongpo departed quietly.

This event proved to be a turning point in Su Dongpo's spiritual development. From that point on, he became a man of humility, and not merely someone who boasted of possessing the virtue.

Fart...........