Mostly I see meditation as a peaceful time and I unwind quickly, which I do tonight. I touch the stone and consider the various ways I view stones, for their difference in texture and temperature to me, as something useful, or beautiful, as something that moves less than most things, something harder and more solid, something that is on the ground.
Kitty comes by and I touch her. I consider the ways that I am more like her, warm, softer, moving and more complex, at least within the limits of what I call kitty.
I consider how similar all things are, how much of one thing they are, how connected. I notice and consider kitty relative to the stone. I do not notice how much evaluation and prejudice and judgment goes in to defining things, whether I consider them useful, safe, pretty, or whatever. I consider all things in relation to me.
Suddenly, everything has a similar cast and the entire universe assumes the identity of shards of a nihilistic explosion. But that is just Great Doubt. I am brave enough to weather that storm.
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