It’s harder
to accept the impermanence of the self even as an idea let alone an absolute
fact. But we too are comprised of heaps of stuff, not sand, but what the Buddha
called skandhas (lit. heaps): form, feelings, perceptions, impulses, and
consciousness.
We spend
our whole lives making these heaps, shaping them according to our karma, moment
by moment, grain by grain, millions of moments, millions of grains, producing
the perfect sandcastle of the self. And because we identify as this
sandcastle, we do everything in our power to protect it from elements that
would destroy it. We build larger and larger structures. We dig large moats to
keep out anyone who might try to kick our sandcastle over. In the process of
perfecting the self, we forget that the tide must eventually turn, and when it
does the force of the waves crashing down and flowing back will dissolve the
beautiful structure leaving nothing but sand.
When the
Buddha woke up he is reported to have said something like “Seeking but not finding the
house builder I traveled through life after life. How painful is repeated
birth! House-builder, you have now been seen. You will not build the house
again.” In short, Buddha recognized the impermanence of the self and he not
only welcomed the dissolving waves of that reality as they washed over him, he
ceased all building.
