But there are times in our meditation – and they come to all who meditate – when everything is suddenly worn-out, old, seen and reseen, even though we have yet to see it. Because no matter how much we meditate on something, and through meditation transform it, whatever we transform it into can only be the substance of meditation.
This is true of some who meditate, not of others. And what is the difference between these two groups? Different brains? Different thoughts? I hope to live until the day when this is common knowledge, when the key thoughts can be discovered to unlock meditation without boredom (or lotus-eating).
