Door Number 2

(These "unenlightened" thoughts occurred me during meditation class-- a true testament to the mind's wanderings when you are forcing it to be still.)

A scene from 'The Matrix'. Cypher-- the guy who betrays Morpheus and his crew-- is eating steak with Agent Smith.

Cypher: 'You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling me that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years (of being 'freed' from the illusion/enslavement of the machines), you know what I realize? Ignorance is bliss.'

Meditation is supposed to heighten one's awareness-- of oneself, the suffering the world, and one's part in that suffering. Why, oh why, would I venture down that path? I am relatively happy and content. I am not blind to the suffering around me, and try to help out where I can. What am I doing fooling around with 'enlightenment'? Should I cling instead to the old adage: 'Dont fix what aint broke'?

Ah, but always-- always-- the allure of the unknown behind door number 2. Is it the jackpot-- brand new car, Carribean vacation? Or maybe a DVD player, or can of soda?

Cast your bets!

Post-script: All participants in the meditation class had to sign a waiver that the instructor will not be held liable for depression, divorces, suicides. I kid you not. How's that for a disclaimer?