In-between times
What can you really do in the in-between times? My evenings slip by after a day of small tactical defeats. Wired as I am in that situation, further work is otiose: sheer frustration makes me stupid. But that work is the only thing that seems to matter: I mean here working with bits of paper and equipment.
And everything else seems unable to compare. I would like to know what the Becher’s Brook is at the thought of meditation that makes it seem unattractive in such situations. I believe it is the continued wish for success, for (tactical) victories. The reality of meditation is something else, much better, but it doesn’t arrive, simply put, due of the pride of life. (If I could find a method to making meditation a way of participated knowledge…)
Television: even as it can hold attention, knowing you are being distracted is vaguely enervating. Drink: very attractive, because unlike meditation the outwardness of life remains. Sleep: cannot come soon enough.
Ideally, these times ought to be recuperative. So what can you do in the in-between times?
By the way, what did the sexually frustrated mathematician do? He rubbed it out with a rubber.
