THE SACRED NOTHING

At the very end of thinking: morning drizzle.

The notion of intelligence as a verbal display of wittiness reflects the social expectation of eloquent entertainment — it does not, however, do justice to the implicit forms of cleverness such as imaginativeness or adeptness which put the pastime at the risk of becoming too serious or tedious, thus reassigning it to the domain of genius — and folly.

The worlds you wish to be inhabiting and the one you find yourself in are separated by hope, and on that account they are rejoined by — and in — disappointment.

If anything, Zen is about bringing your act, thought and feeling to one, and taking care to keep it that way throughout your day.


The micro-essay consists of posts published on Art & Science in Philosophy of Mind. The subtitle line comes from Naked Being by Pawel Rewucki.

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