Are words always metaphors for the real thing and does that go for the word word too?
What’s the best that words can do? Is it to point me in the right direction? What’s the worst that words can do? Is it convincing me that I’m always right?
And what’s the best that an absence of words can do? Can their absence fulfill me? Can the absence give me an experience that can’t be put into words and where I find that words are what I am and what I’m made of?
And what’s the worst that daily meditation can do? It’s the time it takes. Isn’t releasing some built up stress and making one’s life a life of constant gratitude worth the time?
How can I step out of the same old same old? Does my fear of change cripple me spiritually? Is keeping myself from regular meditation the way I safely perpetuate myself? Is determination and courage required to be truly spiritual?