Day One Hundred and Thirty Four

I concentrate my whole body on touching; I let the rest of my body be only more of what touches. Although touching is a single point, it is also never a single point; or we could say never even touched, for the space between atoms and so on. Dharma talk tonight was about seeing the immeteriality of those with whom we are angry. In that way, we see them as less threatening; also we see them like ourselves. The door of touch, of the body seems that way, not substantial, only there when called upon, made up of other things.

I am quickly at becoming, but more so with my distractions than with the stone. I notice that I go there to fill the space of my vanishing self.