I meditate. A focused mind = still mind = happy mind. This is the way the mind works. This is what the Buddha realised (re-discovered?). And luckily he cared to tell everyone else. And today, thousands of years ago, science is starting to catch up with his wisdom. But why would I want to turn it into worship? Eating almonds can ease headaches. But if I don’t eat almonds, how will it affect my after-life? Do you get me?
Since I have given up compulsively reading about what the English translator thinks what the Chinese translator thinks what the Pali scribe thinks what some monk thinks what the Buddha said 500 years earlier I have found some time for other things. I have joined the library. I have so far read Shakespeare, Witkacy, Jordan Peterson. It has almost been 14 years since I last went to a library. When I still lived in Poland I used to go every few days. I get excited around large quantities of books. Ireland feels like home even more now.
“Ariel’s Song” from “The Tempest” brought this image from “Annihilation” to my mind:
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.