For the third time in as many years I have attended a 10-day silent meditation retreat in which I got up at 4am every day, sat cross legged on the floor with eyes closed for more than 10 hours per day, ate no food after noon, made no physical or communicative contact with another human being, and otherwise cultivated a sense of complete isolation in which to explore the inner depths of the phenomenon of my own mind and body.
What on earth would motivate an impulsive wanderer like myself to submit to such rigorous discipline for so many hours? Well, read on, young grasshopper, read on… (more…)
