He Who Dies Before He Dies Does

There Is Just This Moment. We Are Not Trying To Improve Or To Get Anywhere Else.

Any Really Good Scientist Is As Much An Artist As A Scientist. All The Interesting Stuff Is Found On The Edge Between Knowing And Not Knowing. I Know That Sounds Like A Meditation Teacher Speaking, But When You're In The Laboratory, Or You're Theorizing About Physics, You Need To Know What You Know, But If You Can't Get Out From Under That, You Won't Be Able To Make That Insightful, First-time Connection That Nobody Else Has Seen Before.

Life On Earth Is A Whole, Yet It Expresses Itself In Unique Time-bound Bodies, Microscopic Or Visible, Plant Or Animal, Extinct Or Living. So There Can Be No One Place To Be. There Can Be No One Way To Be, No One Way To Practice, No One Way To Learn, No One Way To Love, No One Way To Grow Or To Heal, No One Way To Live, No One Way To Feel, No One Thing To Know Or Be Known. The Particulars Count.

One Way To Look At Meditation Is As A Kind Of Intrapsychic Technology That's Been Developed Over Thousands Of Years By Traditions That Know A Lot About The Mind/body Connection.

You Might Be Tempted To Avoid The Messiness Of Daily Living For The Tranquility Of Stillness And Peacefulness. This Of Course Would Be An Attachment To Stillness, And Like Any Strong Attachment, It Leads To Delusion. It Arrests Development And Short-circuits The Cultivation Of Wisdom.