Tonight I concentrate and consider the many challenges of thought, doubt, sitting environment, and difficult occurrences of the day. I am stuck with a hot room. I look for meaning and harmony. Suddenly it hits me. I make my own meaning. I make the hot room difficult. I turn the hot room into an obstacle. And then, since I am aware that the hot room is nothing without the hot room plus me, I realize that I make the meaning of everything.
Except, well, except for whatever the hot room is at its base.... no..... I could never know that, I can only know the interaction of the room and myself, or not myself, but more directly like essence knowing essence. In that case, each and every experience is the universe knocking on the door, asking me to wake up, to play, to heal, to help, to open.
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