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The following meditation should take [[501 seconds]]
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<<timed 30s>> <span class="first">The Medium is the Message.</span><</timed>>
<<timed 75s>> <span class="second">A student came to a zen teacher. //I wish to become enlightened//, he said. //But I cannot while I think of myself.// The zen teacher led the student through a doorway into a room, but did not himself step in. //Sit here and meditate on what it is like to be a bull//, the zen teacher said. He came back and checked on the student. He asked the student to come out, and he did. //You must continue to think what it is like to be a bull,// the teacher said. The student returned to the inside of the room, and sat and thought. This time the zen teacher left him for a long time. He came once more, and asked him to step out.
//I can’t,// the student said, //my horns won’t fit through the door.//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 120s>><span class="third">The military man is drafted. (He was not a //military man// until he was drafted). He sees no way out of this. His head is shaved. He goes to fight and die for his country. He does die for his country.
//My horns won’t fit through the door.//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 150s>><span class="fourth">A man is trying, struggling to understand mathematics. It’s no use, he says, my teachers always told me I was stupid. //It’s no use,// he said,
//My horns won’t fit through the door.//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 180s>><span class="fifth">//Between one quarter and one half of you will live to be one hundred,// says the man, smiling down at the group of infants in their bin in the hospital nursery. That’s preposterous, a passerby thinks.
//My horns won’t fit through the door.//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 210s>><span class="sixth">//Between one quarter and one half of you will die by the age of fifty,// the man says, smiling at the children lined up in the village centre. But that’s preposterous, somebody thinks, //children don’t live that long.//
//My horns won’t fit through the door.//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 240s>><span class="fifth">You must stay in the building from 9 am to 3:30 pm.
//My horns won’t fit through the door.//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 270s>><span class="fourth">You must stay in the building from 9 am to 5 pm.
//My horns won’t fit through [[the door.]]//</span><</timed>>
<<timed 300s>><span class="third">You need some time at night to take a rest.</span><</timed>>
<<timed 310s>><span class="second">Take a rest.</span><</timed>>
<<timed 320s>><span class="first">Take a rest.</span><</timed>>
<<timed 330s>><span class="second-2">Clear your mind.</span><</timed>>
<<timed 340s>><span class="first-2">And your horns.</span><</timed>>
You made it
Text and code by Cole Webber
for R.A.W.
Music 'Tangerine Skies' made by a computer with limited input from the author
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