Let’s consider a reevalution of the situation in which we assume that the stuckness now occurring, the zero of consciousness, isn’t the worst of all possible situations, but the best possible situation you could be in. After all, it’s exactly this stuckness that Zen Buddhists do to so much trouble to induce; through koans, deep breathing, sitting still and the like. Your mind is empty, you have a “hollow-flexible” attitude of “beginner’s mind.” You’re right at the front end of the train of knowledge, a the track of reality itself. Consider, for a change, that this is a moment to be not feared but cultivated. If your mind is truly, profoundly stuck, then you may be much better off than when it was loaded with ideas.
The solution to the problem often at first seems unimportant or undesirable, but the state of stuckness allows it, in time, to assume its true importance. It seemed small because your previous rigid evaluation which led to the stuckness made it small.
But now consider the fact that no matter how hard you try to hang on to it, this stuckness is bound to disappear. You mind will naturally and freely move toward a solution. Unless you are a real master at staying stuck you can’t prevent this. The fear of stuckness is needless because the longer you stay stuck the more you see the Quality-reality that gets you unstuck every time. What really been getting you stuck is the running from the stuckness through the cars of your train of knowledge looking for a solution that is out in front of the train.
– Rober M. Pirsig, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
[Ed. Note: I have twelve, that’s right 12, posts that are sitting in my draft folder. Out, damn spot, and I will post them, however imperfect, in the coming couple of weeks.]
[Ed. Note: That all quoted, I’m still not sure I can recommend this book completely yet because the whimpering about the Meaning of Quality. While it’s amusing in that the narration is driven by *spoiler* a teacher of rhetoric speaking in third person of himself after he’s gone mad examining the Meaning of Quality and undergoes shock therapy, and it does give some comical depth to my just recently fabricated degree, I’m not sure if repetition gives theories validity and doesn’t just make them…well, monotonous.]
[Ed. Note: I worry that I am a master at stuckness. Not the perfect Judo chop, nor a elephant felling mind blow, but I’m a reincarnated zen master of stuckness back for brutal living in this plane to have my subconscious antagonize my consciousness with the flickering temptation of Next Great American Novel. ]
[Ed. Note: Or maybe they slid stuckness in with the MA in English. I wouldn’t put it past them.]