30 Day Trial: Solitude as a Dream
This trial started with my Solitude of the Mind experiment, in which during my first day of zero communications, I thought that maybe a media fast similar to meditation is a better way to process analytical thought than dreams are. During that morning I experienced a sense well being and smoothly flowing thought. While sitting on my porch, trying not to think, I generated enough thought for a series of essays, at least one art project, and the solution to a problem I’d be thinking about for months (which I’ll explain in the future, I haven’t implemented the solution yet).
I think this silence is a good thing to try, so starting today I’m beginning my days by sitting in silent contemplation for 1 hour in the morning.
This morning I reflected on my previous, more extreme silence and generated the outline for the series of articles “Ideas are Real.” I’ll keep a log of how this hour affects my days over the coming months.
(Saffron Monk courtesy of hcchoo@Flickr)
Cal Newport is Wrong About Passion
Cal Newport of Study Hacks put forward a hypothesis that passion isn't discovered, but cultivated and that passion can be defined as mastery that earns respect and recognition. I think he's just about dead wrong, but first let's talk about what I agree with: > [The misconception is that] passions exist *a priori* of any serious engagement with a pursuit; they’re some mysterious Platonic form waiting for you to discover. This is a dangerous fiction. This is true. Ca's rightly points out that fumbling through life in search of an underlying “passion” is a recipe for failure, and it assumes...
Ideas are Real
This is a follow up to [Solitude of the Mind], which explains why I went on a “zero communication” diet. I was a tourist into the life of a monk, having taken a vow of silence in the interest of uninterrupted contemplation. That, and a chance to connect with some more fundamental reality. Something I didn't expect the night before, was going to bed feeling very nervous or excited, as if I was going in for some painful procedure the next day, or maybe like the night before Christmas as a child. I couldn't pin down the source of my...