Meditation is a quiet evil, giving us false hope we can control our emotions. As soon as we close our eyes and fold our hands a car horn sounds or a child screams or we fart. Then we have to start over.
I don't understand the concept of gathering ones self. Are your pancreas on the other side of the room?
Meditation accomplishes nothing. While I'm re tiling the bathroom you're sitting in a lotus position humming.
Yes, we need something to calm our frazzled nerves. What about porn and Frisbee?
It is annoying when people zone out on line and you have to push them forward. Or if they meditate on the porcelain throne while you're waiting. If all God did was meditate we'd still be in the Dark Ages.
I prefer listening to Hendrix until I reach a fugue state, which is different from meditating. You can burp and it won't be considered cheating.
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