Day Seventy-one

Barriers to meditation are created by me. They are mostly made of history; echoes of sense impressions and thoughts woven into new ones. I look at the difference between perception of touching and judgement about it. There is the stone (or the limitation of it in name), the feeling made of contact with it, and the perception of the feeling or the repeated stating over and over in my mind "this is the feeling". It seems to me that the 'picking up' of the feeling is the judgement; it usually moves quickly to a description in my mind of the stone and its feeling, based on older descriptions.

On the other hand, meditation doesn't work well in a thick fog; which is the other way to go, like not wanting to identify and pick up and instead sort of pretending not to know what feeling is. I feel that the feelings and perceptions are not a problem at all, neither are the volitions toward or away from them, nor the thoughts, but a subtle craving in them that relates to the description of myself. I find myself challenging the stone to a solidity battle.