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  •  You clearly didn't get a very good explantion (8+ / 0-)

    about Heaven and Hell. I don't believe in either, and I'm an Episcopalian!

    Santorum: Man on Dog; Romney: Dog on Car. Ren and Stimpy: Dog on Cat

    by commonmass on Wed Mar 28, 2012 at 01:37:19 AM PDT

    •  Just for another take on hell -- (4+ / 0-)

      I'm a Mahayana Buddhist.  We do believe in hell.  Actually we believe there are many hells:  Maha Avici, the Hot Hell, the Very Hot Hell, the Cold Hell, the Very Cold Hell, the "Great Hell of Black Lines," the Hell of Crying "Alas"! The Hell of Razors, just oodles of them.

      Buddhists also believe in a variety of "unfortunate rebirths," including "hungry ghost" -- a rebirth for someone whose greed rises to the level of significant harm (i.e., the Koch Brothers possibly?  Dick Cheney?)  Such people are reborn to spend an eon wandering the planet as a starving ghost; they're so hungry and thirsty that if they were alive they'd be near death.  They have giant eyes and stomachs, a keen sense of smell for food, and tiny mouths.  They try to scream and can't.  They come around feasts and just have to feel the pain.

      Buddhist hells are, like everything else in the delusion of duality, temporary.  They're just more lives that sentient beings reincarnate into.  

      In that respect we also think of animal rebirths (and many human births) as a form of "hell" for obvious reasons.  Hell is all relative.

      Thanks for another lovely diary!

      •  Funny thing... (5+ / 0-)

        My mom is a Buddhist too!  
        I'm not sure what type of Buddhist my mom is, but she sometimes refers to the different levels of hell.  (She's from Taiwan.)  She can't really tell me so well since she doesn't really know the words in Chinese to describe it.

        I really appreciate the interesting comment and the fact that you enjoy my diaries!  

        •  I hope (2+ / 0-)
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          your mom teaches you Chinese!  What an amazing opportunity, really if you can speak both English and Chinese you're in a great position in this world.

          •  Well... (5+ / 0-)

                My mom had spoken Chinese with my older brother and my dad English.  He started speaking late and my parents thought they had confused him or something.  This was before they knew he was autistic.  So, when I came along they spoke only English and same with my sister.  
                 We did attend Chinese school when I was in 3rd grade, but that became a hassle because we had to drive an hour every weekend.  I do believe this helped me now and plus I heard my mom speak in on the phone and with her friends growing up.  I am more familiar with the sounds.  
                 Junior year of high school, I went to Taiwan to do volunteer teaching of English and was forced to pick up some Chinese.  I felt so helpless and was forced to grow up and suck it up!  There was no one to whine to or lean on because I flew there by myself.  I mean I did have relatives come pick me up from the airport, but even their English was limited.  Its funny because although I don't speak much, the people were confused because I sound like a native speaker.  Which is a good thing I suppose.  
                 Now that I'm in college, I have started taking Chinese classes and applied to an immersion program they have here over the summer.  They also have a flagship program which I am considering applying to because then I would get to study abroad.  Chinese is one of my best classes and not to mention my mom is so impressed with how much I've already learned!  

            •  I'm glad (3+ / 0-)
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              You're learning this part of your heritage.  My dad's family immigrated to the US from Italy, and they spoke very broken English.  It was really important to my grandfather that we be Americans -- who speak English -- so he forbade anyone to speak anything but English in our presence.  I don't think he understood that there was no chance of us not being native/fluent English speakers growing up in Chicago!  Unfortunately this also meant we really don't know the people on that side of the family.

              We have some Persian-Americans at my school who are having a similar situation to yours.  Their parents are really excited that they're learning Farsi, now that they see the same sort of error my grandfather made.

              •  Thats another thing... (4+ / 0-)

                Since my family is so important to me, I absolutely hated not being able to really talk to my own grandparents.  When I had gone my Junior year, I hadn't seen them for 9 years.  I didn't really recognize many of my relatives besides my grandparents either.  That was probably one of the more frustrating things besides the language barrier.  However, my cousins don't have much of a problem communicating because their English is pretty good since they've been learning all their life in school.  I can now use Facebook to keep in touch with them and practice my Chinese, which is great!

                (I have so many ideas for other diaries I'll write, but one is about growing up in a multicultural family because my mom, as I said before, is Taiwanese and my dad is American.)

            •  Well keep on writing (4+ / 0-)

              I think you have a refreshing voice for DK.

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