I don't remember if I told you...
... But here's the amazing part:
I was SHOCKED when it happened...
and i didn't even snap out of it...
<oh hmm. Look. I'm meditating. Isn't that odd?
It's interesting•
it's curious.
It passes by me like it's on a moving sidewalk.
I brush it away like a fleck of dust on the edge of a goblet with a feather duster.
Now where was nothing? I know it's here someplace. Oh there it ...>
67: Great. The little bit of meditation I've done always took me a long time to get to The State. Like 20-25 minutes. I did have a sense I was getting better at getting there with practice though.
66: Yeah. I couldn't hit The Spot.
COULD NOT HIT IT•
but I got this tiniest glimpse when I was back at AAPL...
Like a blowing wind briefly cracking a door to the outside in a dark room.
A peek. Just for a second.
And I got so 'aroused' by the 'event' it IMMEDIATELY went away...
...it's like seeing a cougar across the Saratoga plain in the dust at night...
... just long enough to know it's there...
To know what it is that I'm looking for...
So when I hit the first time on Headspace, I knew what it was...
...I jumped back out of The Space, but tried again, almost immediately, and hit.
67: That's fly fishing.
66: Remarkably similar.
Maybe there're other things like that?
Like, say, painting?
(...not writing or photography.)
67: There is a story in the works of Lau Tzu where his students are criticizing a town butcher everyone goes to for advice. He tells them the butcher is the real philosopher. The butcher does not try to be a philosopher, he just is one.