“I hate Medieval times,” you say when offered a place in a Spiritual Rehab Mission, “and I don’t wish for even a split second that I had been born then, because I was, many times, and if you’re able to recollect what it was like, it could be described as daily grind, daily grind, daily grind, get food, cook food, eat food, sleep — only to be awakened suddenly by an invading horde of Others, the Tribe Next Door or one that came in sailing ships to overwhelm and overrun your shores, and furthermore, I don’t like sitting at a computer and wasting my precious personal time playing some silly game.”

You’re trained to find social and personal value in whatever activity you’re offered, and this is no exception. You have to overcome your personal feelings of “LIKE” or “DISLIKE” when accepting a spiritual training, because you can’t trust your personal taste in this area.

Personal taste is like saying, “I don’t like the taste of this medicine. I like cookies and that’s what I’m taking to get better. Yum, cookie.”

Well, so you don’t happen to give two farthings for the goings-on within the game. Big deal. You think I’m spending sleepless nights worrying about Uber Diablos roaming the Earth?

Heck, it’s not just in the virtual world that I don’t really care what happens, nor do I give two shakes which idiot happens to be temporarily in power, who rules whom, and the atrocities and injustices that abound in the virtual world and in the real world are none of my concern, unless I make it my concern, and that right there is the Basic Secret of Life — I’ll explain: Continue reading →