365 days of aRt. DAY ONE HUNDRED & EIGHTY-FOUR.

i detach from my thoughts
and get lost in the moment
both future and past fade away
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Lost is exactly where we are. Instead of trying to figure out where you are just be HERE!
An excerpt from Dan Millman's, Way of the Peaceful Warrior: Ignoring me, he asked, "Where are you today, right now?'" Eagerly, I started talking about myself. However, I noticed that I was being sidetracked from getting answers to my questions. Still, I told him about my distant and recent past and about my inexplicable depressions. He listened patiently and intently, as if he had all the time in the world, until I finished several hours later,
"Very well," he said. "But you have still not answered my question about where you are."
"Yes I did, remember? I told you how I got to where I am today by hard work." "Where are you?"
"What do you mean, where am I?" "Where are you?" he repeated softly. "'I'm here." "'Where is here?"
"'In this office, in this gas station!" I was getting impatient with this game.
"Where is this gas station?'" "'In Berkeley." "Where is Berkeley?'" "'In California."
"Where is California?'" "'In the United States." "Where is the United States?"
"'On a land mass, one of the continents in the Western Hemisphere Socrates, I . . ."
"'Where are the continents?"
I sighed. "On the earth. Are we done yet?"
"Where is the earth?"
"In the solar system, third planet from the sun. The sun is a small star in the Milky Way galaxy, all right?"
"Where is the Milky Way?"
"Oh, brother," I sighed impatiently, roiling my eyes, "In the Universe." I sat back and crossed my arms with finality.
"And where," Socrates smiled, "is the Universe?" "The Universe is, well, there are theories about how it's shaped . . ."
"That's not what I asked. Where is it?" "I don't know--how can I answer that?"
"That is the point. You cannot answer it, and you never will. There is no knowing about it. You are ignorant of where the Universe is, and thus, where you are. In fact, you have no knowledge of where anything is; nor do you know what anything is or how it came to be. It's a mystery...
"Where are you?" he yelled from directly behind me.
I spun around fell onto the hood of a Chevy. "I don't know!" I stammered.
"Absolutely right," he said, turning on the lights. "I guess you are getting smarter," he said, with a Cheshire cat grin.