Slaughtering the idea of concept

b1-67er: How much meditation are you doing?

b1-66er: At least 20 minutes a day. I think my counter said the other day that I've done 88 straight days, something like that...

But it's been longer because it hasn't 'just' been within the HS app...

So, what? 

100 consecutive days.

40 physical hours.

That's right order of magnitude.

I don't remember if I told you...

I started meditating in my last MRI and I wasn't even trying•

I've chased The Dragon, on and off, for three decades and now it's my little frothy cuddle bunny...

... 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.