meditations of mind and matter

"To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders."

or sleeps, perhaps: in a wistful, rocking-chair sort of way – the grandmother knitting quilts of reality, the fabric of the intangible noumenal world we'll never see, hear, taste, touch, smell;

but maybe we can feel it.

eyes closed, ears plugged, mouth shut, skin cloaked, smell diluted, striving to be as independent of our physical selves as possible - don't think, feel.

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Is it a skill to find every task interesting? To not be bored by whatever you face... yes.