What I Don't Know about Death: Reflections on Buddhism and Mortality
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In the winter of 2020 a renowned scholar of Asian religions, lifelong meditator, and novelist accustomed to vigorous health received a terminal diagnosis. By summer his cancer had run its course. In the short time in between, C. W. “Sandy” Huntington faced his own impending death, leading him to reconsider the teachings and practices, as well as philosophy and literature, he had spent a lifetime pursuing. In this, his last book, you’ll join Sandy as he traverses the gap between knowledge and true wisdom.
“Sandy Huntington urges his readers to face up to life’s fragility as well as its many gifts. Written with elegance and verve, What I Don’t Know about Death is a deep meditation on what it means both to wake up to and to let go of life. Drawing on his lifelong engagement with Buddhism, Huntington remains a consummate teacher who demands intellectual honesty, humility, and compassion from his readers no less than from himself. This book is an intellectual and spiritual offering to Huntington’s students, past and future.”—Leora Batnitzky, Ronald O. Perelman Professor of Jewish Studies and professor of religion, Princeton University
“What I Don’t Know about Death is a deeply personal, intellectually rigorous, and philosophically profound exploration of death, and in particular of Sandy’s own death, which he faced with exemplary grace, honesty, and clarity as he wrote this book. This is a gift of remarkable beauty that can open our hearts and minds to this most difficult topic. Read it and weep, with tears of grief, gratitude, and illumination.”—Jay L. Garfield, Smith College and the Harvard Divinity School
C.W. Huntington
C. W. "Sandy" Huntington, Jr. translated and interpreted classical Sanskrit and Tibetan texts and was a professor at Hartwick College in Oneonta, New York. He is best known for his books The Emptiness of Emptiness and Maya. Sandy passed away on July 19, 2020, following a six-month struggle with pancreatic cancer.
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What I Don't Know about Death - C.W. Huntington
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WHAT I DON’T KNOW ABOUT DEATH
"Written in the last months of life, What I Don’t Know about Death is a deeply nostalgic, insight-filled work of a truly American Buddhism, a heartfelt reflection on one person’s journey from an all-American childhood in 1950s Michigan, to India of the 1970s, and on through a life of teaching and contemplation to its heartbreaking end. Sandy Huntington passes effortlessly through the imagined walls between the personal and the academic, weaving a tale from strands of memory, Buddhist thought, literature, and modern life. Just as his in-person teachings and profound conversations did so often, this beautifully written book leaves one floating through a space of emptiness, awareness, and the gentle magic of existence."
— JACOB P. DALTON, University of California, Berkeley, author of Taming of the Demons
"What I Don’t Know about Death is a brilliant synthesis of Huntington’s lifelong spiritual and scholarly quest to uncover the truth of what it means to be human. It is one of the finest books on contemporary Buddhism to have emerged from the generation of those who lived and studied in India in the 1970s, then returned home to digest and share what they learned. Completed as the author was dying of cancer, this beautifully crafted and profound work will serve as a lasting tribute to the author’s integrity, intelligence, and humanity."
— STEPHEN BATCHELOR, author of The Art of Solitude
"Sandy Huntington’s Emptiness of Emptiness made a seminal contribution to the study of Madhyamaka philosophy in the West. Yet for Huntington, the study of Madhyamaka was not simply an intellectual pursuit. As this book shows, the Middle Way was at the center of his reflections on birth, death, suffering, and liberation, providing a key to his understanding of a life well lived. Following this moving autobiographical sketch, the reader will come to understand why Huntington considered the study of Nagarjuna as ‘among the most profound and satisfying experiences of my life.’"
— JAN WESTERHOFF, University of Oxford
This deeply affecting book represents a poetic distillation of Buddhist insights expressed with a moral clarity and existential vulnerability born from Huntington’s own unflinching encounter with dying. That Huntington’s last days were focused by the work of thus transmuting that experience, creating from it an essay at once philosophically profound and deeply personal, is a priceless gift — an expression, indeed, of loving compassion.
— DAN ARNOLD, University of Chicago Divinity School
This wonderful book is like an easy conversation about the most important matters with a lifelong student of life and death, suffering and joy, and Buddhadharma. Sandy’s natural curiosity, which he so generously shares with us, the reader, is perhaps at heart his quiet invitation that we reflect on such things and live in that wonder.
— GEOFFREY SHUGEN ARNOLD, abbot of Zen Mountain Monastery
Huntington has given us a parting gift: a profound and deeply personal meditation on the core doctrines of Buddhism; a Dharma teaching on awakening to life in all its pain and exquisite beauty; a poetic and honest text on mortality, spiritual longing, and awakening as love. I will turn to this text in my own teaching, for it overflows with insights and shows us the liberating possibilities of this wisdom of love in our living and our dying.
— WILLIAM EDELGLASS, Barre Center for Buddhist Studies and Emerson College
This book is Sandy Huntington’s meditation on his own death, as he was in the process of dying. Its words are pure, to the same degree that the whole exercise is disciplined.
— FRANCISCA CHO, Georgetown University
What Huntington does not know about death is what we all do not know about death. We do not know what it is like to die. Despite years of avidly consuming books on death and dying, regularly guiding college students as hospice volunteers, serving compassionately as a hospice worker himself, and assiduously researching and writing scholarly works about Buddhist philosophy, Huntington still does not know what it is like to die. Now, though, as he grapples with an unexpected diagnosis of terminal pancreatic cancer, he begins tentatively to touch what he still does not know. Now he begins to see and understand the ferocity of the letting go that is required in order to give rise to the unconditional love that will allow him to die at peace. Through poetry, stories from his own life, his voracious reading of literature and philosophy, and meditations on suffering, desire, impermanence, and grief, Huntington lays out a rich offering to the wrathful deity of death with so much tenderness and humility that all may feel invited to accompany him, as far as we are able, on this most profound journey of life.
— SARA MCCLINTOCK, Emory University
In the winter of 2020 a renowned scholar of Asian religions, lifelong meditator, and novelist accustomed to vigorous health received a terminal diagnosis. By summer his cancer had run its course. In the short time in between, C. W. Sandy
Huntington faced his own impending death, leading him to reconsider the teachings and practices, as well as philosophy and literature, he had spent a lifetime pursuing. In this, his last book, you’ll join Sandy as he traverses the gap between knowledge and true wisdom.
" Sandy Huntington urges his readers to face up to life’s fragility as well as its many gifts. Written with elegance and verve, What I Don’t Know about Death is a deep meditation on what it means both to wake up to and to let go of life. Drawing on his lifelong engagement with Buddhism, Huntington remainsa consummate teacher who demands intellectual honesty, humility, and compassion from his readers no less than from himself. This book is an intellectual and spiritual offering to Huntington’s students, past and future."
— Leora Batnitzky, Ronald O. Perelman Professor of Jewish Studies and professor of religion, Princeton University
" What I Don’t Know about Death is a deeply personal, intellectually rigorous, and philosophically profound exploration of death, and in particular of Sandy’s own death, which he faced with exemplary grace, honesty, and clarity as he wrote this book. This is a gift of remarkable beauty that can open our hearts and minds to this most difficult topic. Read it and weep, with tears of grief, gratitude, and illumination."
— Jay L. Garfield, Smith College and the Harvard Divinity School
C. W. Huntington Jr
To Andy Rotman and David Kittelstrom,
for shepherding this book to publication
Drive
My grandfather used to take
us on summer drives
down Pennsylvania back roads
through bright hot mornings
green with corn that danced along
both sides of our passing
and the sky wide open
as the window I hung out of,
testing the air.
We looked for farms
that nobody lived in anymore.
Not to buy them, just to look.
Not to look, but to see
and remember, I think,
how time passes.
Just to wonder,
how long can you let a thing go on
before there is no going back?
We sat in the car
as the motor ticked and cooled
and we looked at these lost places.
Someone talked, probably —
someone exclaimed about a window
or a weathercock
or pointed out the rusted
tractor by the fallen outhouse
or a tricycle sunken into the yard —
I remember only silence
and the crows calling into it.
Some houses seemed like they
could still be home to someone.
And I imagined it: nails, paint,
soap and water; and a spade
to make the black earth
give something back.
Sheets flapping in the yard;
a child somewhere, crying.
Others were broken open,
their backs hanging
on nothing but memory.
They buckled and sagged into their attics.
They let the clouds slide through.
One leaned and found the limbs of an elm
and then it was a treehouse
for a while.
One was just a cellar hole
with steps leading up into air
and white beeches growing tall inside it
instead of children.
My grandmother got out once
~or did I dream it?~
the car door swinging open
to another life,
my grandfather calling her,
Edie! Come back!
as she crossed a lawn,
meadow-high with milkweed,
and found a trellis
half-hidden against the house.
She wrested it from the lilac’s green skirts
and brought it back to us,
twisted, rusted,
beautiful with climbing metal roses.
My grandfather helped her
fit it into the trunk.
Now I drive to the summer farm
my grandparents left behind,
pull into what used to be the drive,
now soft with grass,
and cut the motor.
The porches sag.
The barn is gone to sky.
The tangled apple trees
still hold their new, hard fruit:
promises, promises.
The bees hum.
The yellow, summer light falls
on all that brokenness,
those sweet lost dreams.
And no one, ever, coming home
again.
I don’t know why I come here
to this empty yard and
these shredded curtains and
the black, watching eyes
of this deserted life
except to maybe hear it
calling back to me,
Hurry,
Hurry,
there is so little time.
Elizabeth Huntington
June 7, 2020
True education consists in this: learning to wish that everything should come to pass exactly as it does.
— Epictetus, Discourses 1.12.15
Contents
Prologue
What I Don’t Know about Death
The Life and Death of the Buddha
Dis-ease
Thirst
The Cottage of Darkness
Absence and Presence
Wisdom, Love, and Grief
Waking Up
A Pathless Land
Coming Home
Letting Go
Epilogue
Notes
Bibliography
Index
About the Author
Prologue
THIS BOOK HAS GROWN out of a lifelong immersion in an ancient vision of the world and of what it means to be human. It is a record of my efforts to learn about and understand my relationship to the doctrines and practices that go under the general rubric of Buddhism. In my professional life I’m a scholar, trained to read and interpret Sanskrit and Tibetan texts from a philological or historical point of view, but in this book I approach Buddhism at an intimate, personal level, attempting as best I can to incorporate Buddhist ideas into my own thinking in a way that pays respect both to my academic training and to indigenous Asian traditions, by taking what they have to say as worthy of sustained, critical attention.
When I began studying Buddhism I was a young American possessed by a need to go in search of a wisdom I was convinced I could not find at home. This search eventually led me to graduate school and then to India, where I lived and studied for years, interweaving what I learned there with what I had brought with me and with events in my personal life as they unfolded. This created from the beginning an unavoidable tension.
As a matter of principle, the classical philosophical and religious traditions of India consider it bad form to lay claim to originality. Nevertheless, in my efforts to incorporate these ideas and practices into my own life I have doubtless interpreted them in ways that would appear foreign to orthodox Buddhist teachers. It was never my intention, however, to simply adopt Asian Buddhist ideas and practices wholesale; rather my project has always been to understand, as best I could, the ancient teachings, and to bring them into my life as a modern Westerner committed to living within the forms of my own culture, shaped as it is by the intellectual, artistic, and religious traditions of Europe and North America.
I am accustomed to writing for an academic audience; in that kind of writing the aim is to meticulously analyze distinctions unearthed by historical and philological investigation of classical Buddhist texts in the original languages and make arguments about them. This is not my aim here. In this book I’m interested in forging a synthetic understanding based on my own interpretations — interpretations informed both by my intellectual training and my lived experience — of the core doctrines of Mahayana Buddhism as they are found in the Indian tradition and, to a lesser extent, as those same doctrines were adopted and modified in Tibet, China, and Japan. I’m fully aware that in writing from this perspective, without including all the supporting critical apparatus common in academic books and journals, I leave myself vulnerable to the accusation that I may have blurred some important distinctions among various Buddhist schools, texts, and traditions. When taken on its own methodological terms, this accusation merits response. Be that as it may, in these essays I am operating on other terms, with other goals in mind. I have no proposition to defend, and therefore no need to worry about whether what I say here is right or wrong. I am not presenting an argument; I am painting a picture. What may look at times like an argument is better understood as a series of brush strokes on a canvas, for my intention is not to convince but to inspire. I want to inspire my readers to look deeply into themselves and into the world where they live and dream. I want them to look beyond thought, beyond belief, beyond hope and expectation, desire and fear, beyond even imagination. I see this book not as a rational analysis or explanation of Buddhist philosophical doctrine, much less as a reasoned argument in support of my approach to reading Buddhist literature. Rather, this book is best viewed as an exhibition or showing of that approach — an attempt, that is, to put this particular way of reading on display along with the peculiarly intimate form of truth it makes available. In this respect this book is a continuation of work I began with the writing of my novel, Maya.¹
I am a voracious reader of contemporary philosophy and literature, both of which have profoundly shaped the writing of this book. In my view, poetry and fiction offer a wonderfully nuanced hermeneutical lens through which to appreciate the psychological sophistication of Buddhist ideas and practices. Critical reflection, logic, and rational argumentation play an essential role in generating intellectual conviction or belief, and they have factored heavily in the development of Indian Buddhist thought; but intellectual conviction and belief are not in themselves sufficient catalyst for the type of radically transformative unknowing
that characterizes Buddhist awakening.² What is ultimately required, in my view, is a sensitivity for the metaphorical underpinnings of all language — including the language of reasoned argument with its implied search for objective, literal truth — a point I will return to at intervals throughout these essays.³
In addition to fiction and poetry, the Hebrew Bible and the writings of certain Christian authors have also been useful to me, despite the fact that my own relationship with Christianity has been spotty. I was raised Methodist, but after my parents left the church when I was around twelve, I never looked back. Then, somewhere along the line after graduate school, I experienced a growing interest in theistic religion. It may have been the influence of living in India for all those years: exposure to the philosophical God
of Vedanta, to the aesthetic radiance of Kabir’s devotional poetry, or perhaps to the sheer exuberance of the Hindu pantheon. My interest in theism may also have grown organically out of the necessity, at the small liberal arts college where I teach religious studies, to place myself in meaningful conversation with my students, most of whom identify as Christian. Whatever the case, over the years this interest in Christianity has blossomed, fed primarily by my discovery of a whole new world of enchanting literature. I’m not only referring here to modern classics like the fiction of Leo Tolstoy and Fyodor Dostoevsky, or to the mystic eloquence of the medieval apophatic tradition that led from Dionysius the Areopagite through St. Augustine, St. Bonaventure, and Meister Eckhart to The Cloud of Unknowing. I also have in mind contemporary authors like Denys Turner, David Bentley Hart, and the Pulitzer Prize–winning novelist and essayist Marilynne Robinson — all of whose work is a palliative for anyone who finds the New Atheists and their scientism intellectually superficial and grindingly tedious.⁴
My students frequently ask if I am Buddhist. I usually respond by explaining that, through some obscure karmic dispensation, I’ve spent my adult life studying and practicing Buddhism, but I do not call myself Buddhist. This hesitation implies no judgment whatsoever about Westerners who identify as Buddhist. Here, as in other ways, my outlook has no doubt been deeply — and perhaps (I’ll freely acknowledge) perversely — influenced by the writings of the Buddhist philosopher Nagarjuna. Nagarjuna is a connoisseur’s skeptic; his work articulates the apex of skeptical thought in a tradition noted for its commitment to skepticism, to letting go of all dogmatic formulas and labels and of every definition of the self. To read Nagarjuna in the original Sanskrit has been among the most profound and satisfying experiences of my life.
Finally, I should say something about the title of this book, and about the book’s recurrent evocation of death. For me