Today’s prompt, above, is, on the surface, not too deep. Which sounds like something Yogi Berra would say. I can claim a couple of those, (activities, not Yogi Berrisms) wherein I can mesmerize myself. Obviously writing, is one, and then music. Music especially. Not that I’m any kind of musician, but it’s nice. Whatever part of the brain is in charge of playing music must by necessity, I think, shut the other part up and/or shove it out of the way. Which is always a relief.
But to see the question written out in front of me makes me realize how in speaking English, anyway, we find a type of honesty in the way we use words. Here, it’s obvious. You just have to look at it. If you are engaged in an activity and then temporarily “lose yourself,” just what is your self? What is it that gets lost?
And you answer, that’s me. But if that’s you, then who is doing the activity that is making you lost? I’m just saying, it’s you. You are doing it. And there’s only one of you. That’s it.
The question should read, in what activities do you find yourself?
And that, thankfully, ends the Zen portion of today’s epiphomatic machinations. Talk amongst yourselves or, better yet, leave a comment.