Day Two Hundred and Ninety three

I notice that I concentrate for a little while on many things, possibly all day. It may be one of the most basic skills I have. But concentration on one object is a special case. It helps me at first to quiet down. Perhaps I usually pull concentration here and there with restless craving, unobserved attachments. With concentration I have a place to notice how I do that, and go back deeper and less distracted. Concentration on a stone reveals many things about the nature of the object, and about the relationship of myself to objects, and to touching>feeling>craving.

Concentration, being a dependent thing, may not exist without an object. And yet, within it is essence, contact without craving.