I’ve been doing some work on the meaning of life.
Strictly speaking, the forbearance of life.
I’ve been doing it through the process of living, along with the rest of humanity.
But I got to thinking, if one’s on a mission to overcome the rubbish bits, why stop there?
Why not push on through and get close to the meaning of life, after all?
So this is going to be a journey into the now and the nowhere- a series of mini epiphanies.
It will be mumbojumbo’s ‘Buddhism for Sheep’- or mumbojumbosheepism, for short.
And the first building block is going to be about WORRYING, oh God, I’m not sure if I can do it, what if no-one reads it, what if they read it and they don’t like it, what if I don’t even feel like writing it, what if I get arrested the night before, what if I get seized by a violent urge to write something really offensive instead.