Buddhism -- Burma; Burma -- Religion; Burma -- Social life and customs
In looking over these memories it seemed to me that there were many
things I did not understand, acts of theirs and customs, which I had
seen and noted, but of which I did not know the reason. We all know how
hard it is to see into the heart even of our own people, those of our
flesh and blood who are with us always, whose ways are our ways, and
whose thoughts are akin to ours. And if this be so with them, it is ten
thousand times harder with those whose ways are not our ways, and from
whose thoughts we must be far apart. It is true that there are no dark
places in the lives of the Burmese as there are in the lives of other
Orientals. All is open to the light of day in their homes and in their
religion, and their women are the freest in the world. Yet the barriers
of a strange tongue and a strange religion, and of ways caused by
another climate than ours, is so great that, even to those of us who
have every wish and every opportunity to understand, it seems sometimes
as if we should never know their hearts. It seems as if we should never
learn more of their ways than just the outside--that curiously varied
outside which is so deceptive, and which is so apt to prevent our
understanding that they are men just as we are, and not strange
creations from some far-away planet.
So when I settled down and sought to know more of the meaning of what I
had seen, I thought that first of all I must learn somewhat of their
religion, of that mainspring of many actions, which seemed sometimes
admirable, sometimes the reverse, and nearly always foreign to my ideas.
It is true that I knew they were Buddhists, that I recognized the
yellow-robed monks as followers of the word of Gaudama the Buddha, and
that I had a general acquaintance with the theory of their faith as
picked up from a book or two--notably, Rhys Davids' 'Buddhism' and
Bishop Bigandet's book--and from many inconsequent talks with the monks
and others. But the knowledge was but superficial, and I was painfully
aware that it did not explain much that I had seen and that I saw every
day.
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