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I found this description of the Cosmic Buddha floating in the ether:
The truth of the cosmic order, which is contained in the relationships between the Cosmic Buddha and all his manifestations, cannot be known verbally.
So why bother to use mere text to describe it? Does this make sense to anyone? Also, the Cosmic Buddha has an elite posse, clique, cadre, crew, or whatever you would like to call his group of fellow Buddhas. Where are the other Buddhas and their respective blogs?
In the Diamond World, the Cosmic Buddha (Dainichi Nyorai in Japanese), sits in the center of assemblies of Buddhas arranged in a three by three square.
Does the excerpt below mean that his other pad was in fact, a uterus, and his pals are puppies of the same litter? No, the words mean nothing because the relations of the Cosmic Buddha cannot be explained with words.
The other world, the Womb World (Taizokai in Japanese, Garbhadhatu in Sanskrit), was the world of physical phenomenon. In this mandala, the Dainichi Nyorai sits in the middle in relationship to all his physical manifestations ranged in several courts radiating outward from him.

Ah, as long as we’re on the subject of the good ‘ol days, here is another memorable episode about roommate torture methods practiced and refined in the Sabado Tarde apartment. One day Steve went to soccer, and so we (which was usually me and Brian) seized an opportunity to pick on him. We
1. took all of his underwear, save one pair
2. soaked it in water
3. put it in the freezer
4. put a note that read “got underwear” in his empty drawer
5. waited
After two hours he came back exhausted. But instead of taking a shower, he went to go get something out of the freezer. His underwear, by now frozen into a solid cube, fell from the freezer with a THUD! Nothing needed to be said. He knew who did it, and he threw the frozen underwear at us. That mofo hurt, as it was pretty much a chunk of ice. But it was worth it! Steve took a shower, and threw his underwear in the dryer. He got more and more angry, and we laughed more and more, as the block went ka-thunk… ka-thunk… ka-thunk in the dryer. He should’ve been greatful that I had remembered to save him one pair of underwear, but for some reason he didn’t find this act to be redeeming in the least. People can be so ungreatful!
As a post script, shizzolating this post yielded a decent re-write:
Ka-Thunk, know what I’m sayin’? .. Ka-Thunk, know what I’m sayin’? .. Ka-Thunk, know what I’m sayin’? ..
Ah, as long as we’re on da subject of da gravy ‘ol days, here is another memorable episode ’bout roommate torture methods practiced ‘n refined in da Sabado Tarde apartment, know what I’m sayin’? One day Steve went soccer, ‘n so we (which wuz usually me ‘n Brian) seized an opportunity pick on tha dude’s ass, know what I’m sayin’? We
1. took izzall of tha dude’s underwear, save one pair
2. soaked that shiznit in H-2-Izzo
3. put that shiznit in da freezer
4. put a note that read “gots underwear” in tha dude’s empty drawer
5. waited
After two hours tha dude came back exhausted, know what I’m sayin’? But instead of taking a shower, tha dude went go get something out of da freezer n’ shit. His underwear, by now frozen into a solid cube, fell from da freezer wit a THUD! Nothing needed be be like, know what I’m sayin’? Tha dude knew who did that shiznit, ‘n tha dude threw da frozen underwear at us.” That mofo hurt, as that shiznit wuz pretty much a chunk of ice.” But that shiznit wuz worth that shiznit! Steve took a shower, ‘n threw tha dude’s underwear in da dryer, know what I’m sayin’? Tha dude gots mo’ ‘n mo’ angry, ‘n we laughed mo’ ‘n mo’, as da block went ka-thunk n’ shit. .. ka-thunk, know what I’m sayin’? .. ka-thunk in da dryer.” Tha dude should’ve been greatful that I had remembered save tha dude’s ass one pair of underwear, but fo’ some reason tha dude didn’t find this act be redeeming in da least, know what I’m sayin’? Peeps can be so ungreatful!