12-29-2016, 12:00 AM
Disassembly. I remember DJ saying we organize the world with our compulsive thoughts..."the world is such and such and so and so". And so.....
I remember, as a kid, I used to play a game where I would repeat a word over and over and over again, focusing my attention on it, until its meaning disassembled. I could feel the perceptual shift with this little experiment....strange and exciting. And then, in a similar vein, staring at my reflection in the mirror until it lost its meaning...the sense of self began to unravel as I fixed my gaze on it. Something became frightened in that unraveling, so I would stop before it really got started. Easier then, but less determined. Harder now, but more determined.
Stopping thought....stopping the world....unraveling it and the self that is anchored in it by gazing at them both, simultaneously, and persistently. It's just taking a long time to gather momentum.
I remember, as a kid, I used to play a game where I would repeat a word over and over and over again, focusing my attention on it, until its meaning disassembled. I could feel the perceptual shift with this little experiment....strange and exciting. And then, in a similar vein, staring at my reflection in the mirror until it lost its meaning...the sense of self began to unravel as I fixed my gaze on it. Something became frightened in that unraveling, so I would stop before it really got started. Easier then, but less determined. Harder now, but more determined.
Stopping thought....stopping the world....unraveling it and the self that is anchored in it by gazing at them both, simultaneously, and persistently. It's just taking a long time to gather momentum.