The Explosive Silence Of Meditation

In this book, meditation does not refer to a practice, technique, or path. It does not refer to a means. It does not refer to an imagined end or idealized state of consciousness. In this book, meditation refers to the simple fact of existence, whose essence can only be felt in silence though never truly spoken of because it is simply too insanely gargantuan to recount with any precision.
Meditation is a freedom-of-being, in action, for which no practice can prepare us. Meditation is the very fact of life, so immense that only silence can approach. Meditation is existence stripped of sentimentality, at once unruly and ferocious. We exist, don't we? A meditative life is not timid, ordered, and serene. Yes, there is love and unity and all that, but it's also very dangerous in there, in the meditative life - very dangerous indeed. It's a furnace that will incinerate your self-made delusions.
You've got to be awake, alert, and ready for anything. If you live in your mind, you will always seek safety and security, finding it in beliefs and dogma, but all the while you will be hiding from life.