Mar 5, 2021
Well, it’s almost been a year since I started this blog. I was in a much better spot enthusiasm-speaking. (“Enthusiasm” = possessed by a god’s essence) This year I feel groggy and confused and stressed. My insight has not left me, but old problems have come to haunt me. I have returned to my home country that I left so long ago, the land of restlessness. Now armed with new skills, I understand that venturing into displeasant sectors of the mind for some time is not doom. Neuroplasticity can change me back. I know how to effect change in my own mind, I have memories of the monuments, the cairns I placed so that I know the way back. Sometimes it is a wilderness. However, unlike a year ago, I’m not quite as chronically disposed to depression. I can laugh some things off. Strongly contrary to popular opinion, the act of laughing toward pain is not what makes the Dalai Lama and Christ giggle about human folly. To arrive at that point requires such great depth, many inner chasms to be crossed. They are common to man, to humanity. I’ve come into the territory of the laughter-filled ones.
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