words by sujato
Collected writings, talks, and assorted imaginalia
Collected writings, talks, and assorted imaginalia
Hi, my name is Sujato. I’m a Buddhist monk (or “bhikkhu”). For a while I have been writing and speaking on various matters more-or-less associated with Buddhism. Here I bring it all together as best I can.
I tend to write things that I don’t talk about. If you’re looking for meditation teachings or teachings on Buddhism, check out my recorded talks, or better, join our community in person or online. If you’re looking for technical discussions of Pali, or sci-fi novels, or critiques of AI, or discussions related to global warming, you’re in the right place.
I’ve thought about gathering all my writings together for quite some time, but never really found a satisfying tech solution. Eventually I thought, “Why not no solution at all?” and here we are.
Nothing in this site is automated. Everything is written in a text editor. The entire site consists of a folder with a bunch of HTML files, with some CSS and images.
You’re welcome to download the whole thing from Github and do whatever you want with it. Except AI.
This page is for navigation. To search the site, try using site search in a standard search engine, or else download the files and search them locally with Sublime Text or something.
Over the years I have written numerous essays, short and longish, discussing various aspects of Pali, mostly dealing with translation issues. These were mostly originally published on the SuttaCentral forum, and here I collect them.
Some writings on the monastic discipline.
Things that don’t fit elsewhere.
Things that never happened. Probably just as well, really. These are few stories that have come to me over the years.
When the world falls apart, does anything stay in place? What if the survivors were those who have already lost everything? This is a story about life at the end of the world in Parramatta. It is a fairy tale of apocalypse, a cli-fi novel of despair and enlightenment for the reasonably hopeless.
A Buddhist mythology of the feminine.
As the world ends, what is left for us to do but to do the right thing? The Buddha taught that all things are in a constant state of change; that the climate is no exception, as it too changes over time; and that climate change is driven by human greed. He also taught us the solution—contentment and renunciation. Yet, even though millions of people live lives of contentment and simplicity, to those in power it is unthinkable. It is easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of consumerism.
AI plagiarizes the meaningful work of humans, grinds it into paste, and extrudes it as a probabilistically-determined stream of data. It has no inner life and hence no meaning. It is bad at most things. We'd be better off without it.
Meaningless.ai is a minisite that collects my writings on AI, most of which were originally published on the SuttaCentral forum.