meditation

A house of biofeedback. Well, a small like with a boundary. An ocean. To cross again is to not cross. But the separation is artificial. There is no boundary anywhere. The process of birth fractures a small pieces of the universe of. That piece of the universe came from nowhere. Well. It was an extension of pieces of the universe previously partitioned. Where does the matter that comprise a baby come from? The bonds in the molecules of plants ultimately and essential comes from sunlight.

When one meditates, one tries to make it so that the border that is between ones self and the universe becomes nonexistent, that is to say that the artificial separation which consciousness causes between the self and the universe can be eradicated, and such eradication is not nihilistic in character. Western nihilism is the fetishistic and religious adoration and obsession with a particular kind of nothingness: an intrinsic nothingness which reeks of the worst excrecable excesses of goth poetry. To wit: Western nihilism is somewhat insane, and pointless.

When I meditate, I try to match my internal fluctuations, vibrations, oscillations, simple harmonic motions, chaotic motions with those of the universe, where in this case when I say "universe", I mean everything and anything which isn't contained and tainted within the artificial and decadent cathedral of the ego-self which people spend enormous effort in deluding themselves is a permanent and timeless thing. When death comes, that boundary is going to go away anyway, so you might spend some time preparing, and not in a religious "well, this is exactly what's going to occur to you after you die and if you don't follow the precepts and rules of some specific religion a soul-image of you will be ripped apart by carnivorous apple-spirits.

These external vibrations, oscillations, echoes, waves, fields, etc. may be of average muon density per cubic parsec, prana grad or curl, chi divergence, neutrinos per cubic meter, free electrons per cubic furlong, the high order literary interpretation fields which are only sensate to organisms with development of literature which are complicated and require more in the way of processing ability than in sensory apparatus, the amount of ego in raw space (doesn't really make much sense, but perhaps there's some kind of analogue, I dunno), anyway, there are the fluctuations which are fluidly varying, and then this membrane, this wall, this partition, this division, this border between the cosmos, the universe, the world, and yourself. These same fields have internal values, namely those internal values at the self, which seems pointlike but isn't. It is within the purview and capacity of the human mind to achieve and attain a balance, an equipoise of these internal fields so that the internal fields at this previously described barrier between the inside and those fields existing on the outside are in a state of contiguous continuity: the transition between the inside and the outside is in no way translated into discontinuous jumps or changes between the field inside and out: the mind is maintaining a second order awareness of the senses, but more so the ego is no longer there: it has not gone in the sense that there's a rug and it's been swept under the rug, but the actual process of ego is no longer present temporarily: there is no separation between oneself and the universe: to call it "being at one with the universe" is a misnomer because one is constantly at one with the universe, even with the artificial precession of the self occurs. What does happen is not that one is at one with the universe, but there is no one and no universe: the perception of a universe requires a one to percieve it. When there is no distinction between the either, neither exists. If the observation of a thing is the cause of the existence of the observer and the observed, then if that observation never occurs, then there are no things and no observers of things. There might as well be no observers and no thing of things. And when that happens you have the experimental verification of gobsloads of wisdom about meditation.

Seek not the stories of meditation or the warnings which accompany it, or religious marketing gobbledygook. Acquire direct mystical experience: this is the closest you can get to being entirely empirical without resorting to believing morasses of ideas concocted for social control... of you.

Cheese's ghost relies upon the snorting of the celery stalk for the insights into the sex lives of muons. Briefly the sun flashes upon Cornwall. You have seen this perfectly and exquisitely illustrated before in unambiguous and precise paragraphs. The pyramids of self-frustration alight perfectly on the diseased onion-seller's cart in the bazaar. Seventeen men named Yorke-Klinsley pirouette around the obelisk at the center of town, demanding equal wrongs for divisors of zero. And somewhere in this thick pea-soup of an explication you're seeking a precisely spelled out path, a religious monomania for which you wish to adjourn the wait for direct mystical experience and purchase promises of redemption and infinite bliss in the afterlife for the price of social obligations committed for (what will turn out to be) the wrong reasons.
Being at one means being at none: neither thou norst the other means either aren't present. Hence: you fly at night and sleep at day and seek not thy peanut butter turbines.

Other options extant, indeed! Pursue not the green slines for the sake of simple additive redemption. Understand not the ways of the gray bifurcation between thyself and other.