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So, I was reading this book on mystical exercises. One of the exercises is "I have no head".

It goes like this. Point to the far wall. Focus on what your finger is looking at.

Now, draw it down the wall (keep focusing where your finger is pointing), to the corner at the floor, across the floor to your feet, then up your body to your breastbone, and then above... and what are you looking at?

There's nothing there. There's just an accepted idea in your mind that you *would* be looking at something if you could pop your eyes out of your head, and focus them on where your finger is pointing.

( This is getting long, and strange )

(no subject)

So, I was reading this book on mystical exercises. One of the exercises is "I have no head".

It goes like this. Point to the far wall. Focus on what your finger is looking at.

Now, draw it down the wall (keep focusing where your finger is pointing), to the corner at the floor, across the floor to your feet, then up your body to your breastbone, and then above... and what are you looking at?

There's nothing there. There's just an accepted idea in your mind that you *would* be looking at something if you could pop your eyes out of your head, and focus them on where your finger is pointing.

( This is getting long, and strange )

There might be many reasons...

People will talk for years about this victory... the Boston Red Sox, down by 3, had to win 4 in a row to beat the Yankees. No team has ever done this.

People will talk about heroic efforts by pitchers, and by hitters, and by fielders; people will talk about great determination and wanting it more.

Me... I'm going to credit it to a burst of love, and joy, and hope that emanated from nearby Moburn on Sunday afternoon... just because it seems right to imagine more than one piece of magic being set in motion that day.

There might be many reasons...

People will talk for years about this victory... the Boston Red Sox, down by 3, had to win 4 in a row to beat the Yankees. No team has ever done this.

People will talk about heroic efforts by pitchers, and by hitters, and by fielders; people will talk about great determination and wanting it more.

Me... I'm going to credit it to a burst of love, and joy, and hope that emanated from nearby Moburn on Sunday afternoon... just because it seems right to imagine more than one piece of magic being set in motion that day.