Rock-paper-scissors is a game usually played by two people where each player simultaneously forms the shape of one of the three objects using an outstretched hand. Accordingly, a closed fist would be a rock, an open hand would be paper and a fist with the index finger and middle finger extended denoting scissors. Victory could come in one of three ways: paper would wrap rock, rock would blunt scissors and scissors would cut paper. If both choose the same shape it is a draw but would be followed by an immediate replay.
While it appears to be random, some would contend that the game can be played with skill, where one recognises and exploits the non-random behaviour in an opponent.
It’s all about trying to get into the mind of the opponent, anticipating the next ‘move’ based on what has been ‘played’ before and quickly choosing one’s own move to trump that move.
There’s another game, if you wish to call it that, where one’s own mind is investigated and response to certain situations, events, words or actions is decided upon. This ‘game’ was not named but it could be called ‘Rock-Sand-Water.’
In the ‘Book of Threes’ (‘Thika Nipatha Paliya’) of the Anguttara Nikaya (‘The Numerical Discourses of the Buddha’), there’s mention of the Buddha employing inscriptions as an analogy to explain the different ways in which an individual could deal with anger. The recommendations consequent to the explication require no elaboration.
The Buddha spoke about three types of individuals whose response to anger is like inscriptions on a rock, in sand and in water. Accordingly, the anger of the first type remains as would an inscription on a rock. It is not quickly effaced by the action of wind or water. The anger of the second type is like an inscription on sand or soil, it doesn’t last long. Finally, the anger of the third type is like writing on water. It disappears immediately.
How does this happen? Here’s the quote from the Lekha Sutra or the Discourse on Inscriptions:
‘Where a certain individual, when spoken to roughly, harshly or in an unpleasant way is nevertheless able to be congenial, companionable and courteous, it means that he or she has cultivated the quality of dealing quickly and effectively with irksome matters or situations.
Anger,
hatred, jealousy, disenchantment and grief: we could etch them all on
rock or, put another way, deal with them as though we have carved them
deep in the mind or written them down in indelible ink. Anger, hatred,
jealousy, disenchantment and grief: we could write these down in sand
and the work of wind and water will be far more swift. Anger, hatred,
jealousy, disenchantment and grief: we could let the relevant words fall
on water and watch them instantly disappear.
Rock, paper and
scissors make an interesting game. Rock, sand and water: a game of a
kind, yes, but reflection thereupon could very well placate our anger
and the anger of the world.
['The Morning Inspection' is the title of a
column I wrote for the Daily News from 2009 to 2011, one article a day,
Monday through Saturday. This is a new series. Links to previous articles in this new series are given below]
Other articles in this series:
Deveni: a priceless one-word koan
Recovering run-on lines and lost punctuation
'Wetness' is not the preserve of the Dry Zone
On sweeping close to one's feet
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
To be an island like the Roberts...
Debts that can never be repaid in full
An island which no flood can overwhelm
A melody faint and yet not beyond hearing
Heart dances that cannot be choreographed
Remembering to forget and forgetting to remember
Authors are assassinated, readers are immortal
It is good to be conscious of nudities
Saturday slides in after Monday and Sunday somersaults into Friday
There's a one in a million and a one in ten
Kumkum Fernando installs Sri Lanka in Coachella, California
Hemantha Gunawardena's signature
Architectures of the demolished
The exotic lunacy of parting gifts
Who the heck do you think I am?
Those fascinating 'Chitra Katha'
So how are things in Sri Lanka?
The sweetest three-letter poem
Teams, team-thinking, team-spirit and leadership
The songs we could sing in lifeboats when we are shipwrecked
Jekhan Aruliah set a ball rolling in Jaffna
Awaiting arrivals unlike any other
Teachers and students sometimes reverse roles
Colombo, Colombo, Colombo and so forth
The slowest road to Kumarigama, Ampara
Some play music, others listen
Mind and hearts, loquacious and taciturn
I am at Jaga Food, where are you?
On separating the missing from the disappeared
And intangible republics will save the day (as they always have)
The circuitous logic of Tony Muller
Rohana Kalyanaratne, an unforgettable 'Loku Aiya'
Mowgli, the Greatest Archaeologist
Figures and disfigurement, rocks and roses
Sujith Rathnayake and incarcerations imposed and embraced
Some stories are written on the covers themselves
A poetic enclave in the Republic of Literature
Landcapes of gone-time and going-time
The best insurance against the loud and repeated lie
So what if the best flutes will not go to the best flautists?
There's dust and words awaiting us at crossroads and crosswords
A song of terraced paddy fields
Of ants, bridges and possibilities
From A through Aardvark to Zyzzyva
Words, their potency, appropriation and abuse
Who did not listen, who's not listening still?
If you remember Kobe, visit GOAT Mountain
The world is made for re-colouring
No 27, Dickman's Road, Colombo 5
Visual cartographers and cartography
Ithaca from a long ago and right now
Lessons written in invisible ink
The amazing quality of 'equal-kindness'
The interchangeability of light and darkness
Sisterhood: moments, just moments
Chess is my life and perhaps your too
Reflections on ownership and belonging
The integrity of Nadeesha Rajapaksha
Signatures in the seasons of love
To Maceo Martinet as he flies over rainbows
Fragrances that will not be bottled
Colours and textures of living heritage
Countries of the past, present and future
Books launched and not-yet-launched
The sunrise as viewed from sacred mountains
Isaiah 58: 12-16 and the true meaning of grace
The age of Frederick Algernon Trotteville
Live and tell the tale as you will
Between struggle and cooperation
Neruda, Sekara and literary dimensions
Paul Christopher's heart of many chambers
Calmness gracefully cascades in the Dumbara Hills
Serendipitous amber rules the world
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