Tuesday, June 17, 2025
I used to be such a poor comprehender. I’d read entire sections of a book merely to realize I didn’t know the content. I’d drive long segments on a road trip and realize I’d missed my exit, recalling nothing of the last 10 minutes. So what was I doing while driving, or while reading? Technically I was doing both thinking and driving (or thinking and reading), but I can only be with one.
Singularity is a wonderful sensation of just. Just, in that sense, means precise, exacting, or absolutely. “Just the two of us,” won’t cut it. We can’t make it if we try! There is just One, the Singularity. The dummy’s got to go. There is a focal point of being. When the doer becomes overtaken by thought, the doer dumbs down. Doing loses quality. The reader becomes stupid when she goes from just reading to thinking “while” reading. She vacates the activity, a cigarette break of sorts. While she’s smoking (or thinking), who’s reading? Just the two of us? The dummy cannot remember what she read!
How often does the listener vanish from just listening, thinking of what to say to the speaker? How often does the reader flit about “away” from the action on the page? What is life if not just living? And reading if not just reading? When the doer becomes dumber, she’s been whisked away in a duplicitous trick of the mind. Reabsorb into singularly. If you’re aware that you are thinking “over” your living, you’re overdoing it, come back. Don’t let the dummy live your life! The secrets of “Just One” are the issues of intelligent living – lost in the doing. The other is “dummy doing,” diluted in thinking. We can’t make it if “we” try. Singularity is focus. That’s how to relinquish the dummy.