
You sit and ask why, why the first and most often asked question ever, from kids to the grave; why can't I have my cake, why am I dying, why, why, why. Always why. Curiosity and the need to repeatedly question everything we do in our never-ending fascination and desire to know every little thread and reason behind every facet of our lives to the point where some people become more obsessed with the why than the how. This is how psychology and philosophy breed, proto-memes that they are. "But without questions we are nothing." you may well say. Really?
Can you go a day without a question?
Like a diet, or kicking a drug habit questions are habit forming and breed; the more answers we get the more questions we have, the more we think, the more our mind works and the further we get to "inner peace" because we just have more questions and more things we want to know after every answer. Shut down, tune off and pause the boat. No ticket return, get away from it all. Yes a brief ramble, but this is sort of the point, if indeed there is one here.
Inner peace; or at least, inner calm, a point where your mind isn't thinking, which frankly is rather tricky; you process thoughts, ideas and reactions every waking moment; where do my fingers go when I type, Am I stepping on an uneven pavement slab, is the cheese in this sandwich off? Shutdown is what I think (now) is sometimes needed - or better a point where your mind simply becomes a receiver for everything around it, which - short of total sensory depravation - you're always going to be, so rather than trying to shut out the world around you try not processing it, music becomes just sound, vision just images - admittedly (imo) the hardest part to shut off, the other senses are relatively lower down the scale for cut off, but they can still be filed away in a box somewhere.
Anyway, to drag this ramble kicking and screaming towards some kind of conclusion; today I managed such, quite unexpectedly, whilst I was at the gym on the good ol' crosstrainer, music blaring in my ears from a nearby speaker and the sight of a nearby field staring at me through the glass in front of me.
We rest our bodies and we delude ourselves that we rest our minds when we sleep - but can we honestly know 100% that our minds are truly calm centres whilst we do this? Dreams for one speak against it.
But anyway, whilst my body was mindlessly pushing pedals I suddenly struck a section of my thought and everything drifted away.
The view was just colours in front of me.
The music just sound, no thought to processing what.
For around 15 seconds or so I had a total and complete mindblank, and it was like a sense of almost peace or maybe just a rest for my poor old brain that it was long overdue from getting.
Now I'm not saying that I advise you try this or not, or anything else about it other than just a few moments here I thought I'd explain this and what I thought, ironically, it meant.
Because sometimes, frankly, we think too much.