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Right now, at least, it's not about God. It's not about the Music. It's not about the Dance. It's not about being the strongest, making lots of money, my ego, accumulating educational merits, being a greater lover, being the most flexible, the most meditative, looking good, talking pretty. It's about what happens mentally, physiologically I guess, when I sustain any of these activities for a good length of time. It's all about sitting in that split for a half hour despite the little voices inside my head telling me that I should be doing something else, that this is too painful, not worth it...anything negative. It's about strumming that same chord for hours despite the fact that some little voice keeps telling me how boring it is. It's about getting over that hump, that 'i-should-be-anywhere-but-here' phase to the inexplicably euphoric place of meditative absorption, then reaping all the after-effects. Stayin' alive, stayin' alive, oh oh oh oh......  it's about putting in the time and silencing anything that is not 'this is exactly where you should be right now.'

    Ironically, it was all about the music. It was all about God. It was all about the Dance and the love and the gymnastics and education. But really it's just about sitting with something you love or something you hate and getting to know it. Watching the clouds, laying in bed, painting your nails, reading a book, watching a movie, doing a dance, playing a song. repetition. Philip Glass comes to mind right here. Then anything mundane will quickly turn into ecstasy. And I'm tempted to say that the finished product doesn't really matter.. but it  does... it's a testament to a practice that has worked and it's what motivates the act of sustaining. it's a testament to commitment. And that's what it's all about; committing, being there. Keep up. It's happening right here right now, man.