Tuesday, May 27, 2014
The zen of boredom
The limiting factor of the mind is boredom. If you focus on anything long enough you will detect relationships and patterns, draw inferences, correlate experience X to experience Y and sense a feeling of delight and possibility that draws you in, in and ever in, like a child to an endless playground of possibility. Ah, but the dull surface of unknowingness of that first glimpse. That blankness, that irrelevance, that impenetrability. The mind revolts, rears back like an angry horse led onto an unstable, stony path. The path ahead? You don’t know it, yet, but you know you don’t like it. It’s dull, stupid, useless, dumb, a waste of time, boring. Your mind refuses to think about it. And you never go down that path.