It was in 1971 when I saw the Now of Nows, that which can't be described because it doesn't cease (in an eternal sense, like the random, descending micro-motion that occurs when dividing a circle's circumference by its diameter); the Now doesn't freeze for you to label it -- this Big (yet mundane) Now was here before language was ever thought of, so it can never be captured by, or in, words. The moment I saw what the Zen guys "know" was the moment I became an atheist. And it wasn't through Buddhist meditation, or Mindfulness, as Harris called it (which I call "no-mind"); I took a chemical shortcut after reading "This Is It," by Alan Watts. This is it . . duh!
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It was in 1971 when I saw the Now of Nows, that which can't be described because it doesn't cease (in an eternal sense, like the random, descending micro-motion that occurs when dividing a circle's circumference by its diameter); the Now doesn't freeze for you to label it -- this Big (yet mundane) Now was here before language was ever thought of, so it can never be captured by, or in, words.
The moment I saw what the Zen guys "know" was the moment I became an atheist. And it wasn't through Buddhist meditation, or Mindfulness, as Harris called it (which I call "no-mind"); I took a chemical shortcut after reading "This Is It," by Alan Watts.
This is it . . duh!
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