March 7, 2008 by Zedelef

A Kung Fu master was talking to me about the power of concentration the other day and made a reference to non-locality. That’s the quantum physicists equivalent of the pull my finger gag - the one where someone in Zimbabwe farts. He was teaching me how to channel my energy flow into a pulse so that if I was ever attacked by a wall of ice I would be able to punch my way through solely with the power of my Chi. His fighting theory was about being limber and loosey-goosey. He said that physically you had to be like a baby because a baby is like the Tao. You can throw one down a flight of stairs and it’ll just bounce around like a tennis ball. With complete sincerity he said You punch baby - you break hand. Baby no Break. He then asked me to hit a 250 pound bag for six-four minute intervals just to see how I did it. By the end I could hardly breathe. So he asked me if I wanted to have a little nap. If maybe 10 hours of sleep wasn’t enough. He was really humiliating me at this point. He just kept shaking his head and staring at me saying You rook sreepy. Reeeeary Sreepy. He thought this was hilarious. But then he said that everything around us is just a quantum field of particles that our brains categorize into colors and shapes just so we can navigate around more easily. I was still panting and spitting bile as he said this mind you. So I asked him what his point was. He said that every fight is lost and won before it even begins. Because thoughts are things. And every one you have, every second of every day, is continuing the brick by brick construction of your life up to that point. Your thoughts aren’t determined by your experience he said. They govern it.