posted on Oct, 20 2008 @ 08:24 AM
A rather late answer to the door question:
Kafka's story reminds me of an old joke: "If a plane crashed half way between 2 cemeteries, where would the survivors be buried?"
The door to the law, the door to the meditation room ...
We accept the notion of a door to the law for no better reason than that it figures in a story. But what is the law? Where is the law? Is it something
that ever could be shut up into a room; hidden behind the door?
Through fear of the doorman and the other guards said to be inside, Kman, (Kafka's man,) made a law for himself, that he would obey the doorman.
This law came from within. Kman's futile attempts at persuasion and bribery were the result of the law of obedience he had made. He remained faithful
to his inner law all his life, so he bore responsibility for the outcome. Yes, it's harsh, but the point of this philosophy is not to judge others.
It's to understand which thoughts and actions are the most constructive for oneself to live by.
Living in a society which has laws, we tend to think law is a collection of statutes we must obey. Or at least until laws are written against software
piracy. The statutes are usually worth following as they grease the cogs of society, enabling a large group of people to live together peacefully.
However there is no guarantee that any law is good. We must be our own law, knowing society's laws, but aware that we bear ultimate responsibility
for all our own actions and their consequences. Outside law can be a useful guide, but for each individual it is their inside law that matters.
Even if we are told: "do this or the law enforcers will kill you", we still have the choice, to obey or to die. It is only once one is prepared
to choose either way that one is free.
Kman was never shut out from the law. He was the law. The door was his because it was of his own making.
Simon, suddenly shut out of the meditation room, realised there was no meditation place,no meditation exercise. The effort to do meditation was
stopped, the attachment to place and teacher broken, and he was free to be his deepest self. Suddenly it was clear, he was his own meditation.
Btw, this analysis of what I at first thought was a nasty and pointless tale was inspired by Cadbury.
[edit on 20/10/08 by Kailassa]