This occurred to me the other day. Ain't testifying it's "truth" or anything; it just occurred to me...
OK. Yup, yup. This IS it.
Whatever that un-nameable, un-knowable creative thing is that "produces" experience has such a wider range, that no type of preparation, mind training, education, meditation, letting go, nothing in which "I" can participate will ever even remotely approach the scale and grandeur of the experience "provided" if "I" truly do nothing.
Spiritual practices primarily involve concentration, narrowing down the focus - one-pointedness and all that - and this creative whatever-it-is accommodates, you might say, whatever I train my mind to experience; I will be looking for that, and that is what I will find. My mind, by all its focusing and whatnot, guided the creative to produce that experience.
The focusing, the concentration narrows the range of awareness down so small that the space in my own little mind can appear to be the vastness of infinity. It may be thrilling and inspirational but it ain't infinity. It's an experience I came up with by training my mind...to have a particular experience. Then I have that experience. That's entirely do-able.
But nothing I can train myself to experience will ever amount to so much as a grain of sand; an actual grain of sand, which is what the creative impetus came up with while I was busy. Oh yeah, the entire fucking universe as well, which is the extent of my experience without doing anything. If I can manage that...doing nothing.
Effort, which works perfectly so I can do stuff, provisionally "reduces" my freedom(so to speak; I can't think of a better word), and "nothing" has me right where I am right now, with the whole universe for...
Not the Blue Moon, 6"x8" oil on canvas panel, 8/25/13