"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." -- Hamlet, Act II, scene 2
I never realized what an idiot I was until I started meditating. Let me rephrase that: I never realized how limited my mind was until I tried practicing mindfulness meditation.
As fate would have it, one of the first meditations Jack Kornfield led us through during my early days at Spirit Rock was the "Label your thoughts" meditation.
Easy -- right?
Avuncular Jack instructed us to "Just observe whatever thoughts rise to consciousness and label them: Oh, that's my mind remembering, remembering... Oh, that's my mind judging, judging... Oh, that's my mind fantasizing, fantasizing..."
But that was way too easy for me. I have a lot of Virgo in my chart (as they say in California, usually as an excuse for anything from neatness to manslaughter) and I like to sort things and keep them orderly, so I made general categories that I could fit my observations into.
First I noticed that my thoughts were either about something in the past, something going on in the present, or something that may or may not occur in the future.
And then I noticed that these thoughts were either neutral or I could ascribe positive or negative emotional charges to them:
When I went back to meditating I started to think, "So that's it? That's all I got? Nine? Nine types of thoughts? Really? Just nine? Remembering, reminiscing, regretting -- wondering, desiring, judging - planning, fantasizing, fearing. What was all of that "I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space" stuff I heard about at university?? Maybe I really am bounded in a nutshell? (Wondering, wondering...) But my thoughts seem so infinite when they're swirling around my head. Seriously? Nine. That's pathetic. (Judging, judging...) I have more toes than I have types of thoughts!!!"
Then during the dharma talk things got even better: it turns out that most of my wonderings are what the Buddha called "unprofitable questions."
Brilliant! Just what I needed! So now I'm down to eight. Eight or nine types of thoughts for the paragon of animals -- really? This whole human consciousness thing is wildly overrated after all!
Look up "idiot" in the dictionary and you'll find that its archaic meaning is "mentally handicapped." I thought, "If I could manufacture wheelchairs for the mind, I'd be rolling in dough right now." (Fantasizing, fantasizing...)
But I can't.
I'm just an idiot. (Judging, judging...)
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