Uninterested in Thinking

Imagine if farting were optional. That is how I feel about thinking: It is only for making smelly, funny noises. I post techniques of annihilating thinking. It’s my hobby. Not thinking is my favorite thing to do.

Okay, that’s a little bit of an exaggeration. But the reason I’m so hardcore about this today is that it’s just never been more clear in my practice that the thinking part is approximately as important as the farting part vis-à-vis “meditating.”

Like, one farts. It smells. It goes away. Meditation is not affected.

I don’t even have to be as hardcore about not thinking as zen people sometimes get because it just DOESN’T MATTER whether thinking is happening or not.

Does it “matter” if a flower is yellow or white?

Look, can I stop thinking on demand? Yes.

Does it feel good? Yes.

Does it last forever and leave me in a state of permanent blissful contact with the true nature of reality? No but WHO CARES

That is to say, here’s how uninterested I am in thinking: Not doing it is LITERALLY ENLIGHTENMENT, but I DON’T CARE.