I'm playing the 1981 song "Just Can't Get Enough" by Depeche Mode. On YouTube I right-clicked and activated Loop so it plays endlessly.
I am constantly exercising desire, and will continue to do so unstoppably into my karmic future until I finally arrive at the ultimate bliss.
Desire is not something to exercise occasionally, running on automatic pilot the rest of the time. "Slave to the Rhythm" by Grace Jones says "Never stop the action. Keep it up, keep it up."
Breath meditation is relishing what I've already been doing, even whilst asleep: wanting to enrich my blood with oxygen so I feel good. My lungs belong to me 24/7/365 so it's familiar territory. I am not a robot but one breathing male organism not separate from his limbs.
Just like I eat food to assuage my hunger, I constantly breathe for pleasure. When the checkout person as the supermarket says "Enjoy your evening" they aren't denying the first noble truth of suffering because enjoyment can be this male organism's default mode as he takes care of his breathing happily.
Life is a marathon not a sprint. When my mood is depressed I can simply remind myself that I still have a strong desire to breathe, and I've already had long periods of happy times in the past learning skills and attitudes of refreshing breathing.
My experience as a Rugby League football fan deserves to be on my resume! I've been a hypochondriac since puberty. But my dream of playing Rugby League in heaven is still alive. Rugby League is a dangerous sport. They wear no protective gear, and, until it was banned in 2006, there was what's called a "shoulder charge" where the purpose is not just to stop the opponent advancing in yardage but to inflict pain and preferably concussion. Once an Australian international player was penalized by a strange foreign referee because his tackle was "too fierce" which I found hilarious! The G-forces of the hardest tackles in Rugby League are about 20 G's! An astronaut only feels 3 G's or three times his or her bodyweight. Anyway my dream is to be reborn in heaven with such a powerful body that I could deploy and receive shoulder charges in celestial games of Rugby League with no risk of injury. The news media report afte...
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