above us is the cloud of unknowing below is the cloud of forgetting and in the center is the meditative heart of creation…every instant of irresolute will does damage in heaven, but alas we are lost in the puppetry of our vehicle. we are convinced that we are real. at least as long is someone is there to confirm it for us. solitude is the study of what happens when you take away that confirmation. self ultimately is an attention parasite and weakens considerably when there are no victims about. this weakening allows a person the rare opportunity to explore the silence. on the inside you meet another enemy more subtle than the first. the one that will endeavor to drive you on towards madness or destruction. if it were not for the gift of meditation. the practice of meditation is the highest artform in that the master/artist feels the flow of the spirit and is able to simultaneously broadcast that flash of grace to the entire universe...

above us is the cloud of unknowing below is the cloud of forgetting and in the center is the meditative heart of creation…every instant of irresolute will does damage in heaven, but alas we are lost in the puppetry of our vehicle. we are convinced that we are real. at least as long is someone is there to confirm it for us. solitude is the study of what happens when you take away that confirmation. self ultimately is an attention parasite and weakens considerably when there are no victims about. this weakening allows a person the rare opportunity to explore the silence. on the inside you meet another enemy more subtle than the first. the one that will endeavor to drive you on towards madness or destruction. if it were not for the gift of meditation. the practice of meditation is the highest artform in that the master/artist feels the flow of the spirit and is able to simultaneously broadcast that flash of grace to the entire universe...