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I get a flash of churchless insight: “Stop. Just stop.”
For many years, at least seventeen, but really even longer, I've been steadily discarding bits and pieces of the religious beliefs (Eastern variety) that held sway in my mind for thirty-five years. I've done away with overt religiosity, but subtle remnants remain. For example, at times during the day for a short period I like to repeat a Buddhist mantra, Namu Amida Butsu. And while mindfulness doesn't strike me as being at all religious, sometimes I go beyond simply paying close attention to what I'm doing and imagine that mindfulness can lead to benefits such as fewer problems in my…
