I imagined a form of meditation, where one's goal is to reach a state where they are no longer within their daily life, where they are able to not think about anything.
Normally we are always thinking. Maybe not deep thoughts. And maybe not even important ones. But our minds are constantly occupied. Always scheming.
I imagined a form of meditation, where the aim is transcending that mode of thinking for just a moment. But it must be just a moment. The instant one reaches this state, they must return to regular life as quickly as possible. For until they reach that state, it is as though they struggle to fight off the thoughts, of regular life. But once they transcend, it is almost as if you could stay forever.
I imagined a man so dedicated to reaching this state. He one day sold his house and went out to the forest. His intention was that he would meditate for as long as it took, this time he would not stop until he succeeded.
Each attempt before had failed. But he had never tried longer than half an hour. His life had been ordinary, but he was hard working. So he didn’t have time to sit and meditate all day. Why had he sold his house though? Why not just spend a weekend doing it?
I imagine he had his reasons. I am not him so I can not know for sure. I assume it mirrored the idea of burning one’s ships upon arriving on enemy land.
He sat with his eyes closed and his elbows on his knees, like he always had, only longer. Hours. He ohmmmed to himself. “Ohhhhhhmmmmmmm” Hours became days. And days, weeks.
I had asked my teacher who had told me this story, “did he ever succeed? One is supposed to meditate until they transcend, and then they must return back correct?”
“And he continued sitting there, because he couldn’t reach that stage?”
“Doesn’t that mean, that he succeeded and then just stayed there?”
“Then is that success?”