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Mildly interesting thing about the meditation retreat I went to a few months ago that led me to my latest attempt to quit social media:

It was about 10 people total, in the woods. The organizer was an intensely charismatic guy who gives off a field of Wisdom (while also disavowing wanting to cultivate standing as a Wise Person). Older guy who seems dad-shaped. He also, like many people who are interested enough in spirituality to run Buddhist retreats, didn’t seem to have a maximally coherent worldview. I was probably the stemlordiest person at this retreat. I liked everyone, though – there was a philosophy camp vibe I miss from college.

At one point, in the Q&A section after a lecture on Zen Buddhism, people were asking him questions. There was something odd about most of these questions – they were too easy. Nothing that really got at the strangeness and inconsistency of what was being explained. And I asked a followup question about something he’d said. (It’s not as interesting without the context, but it was something like: “Why is it bad practice by your lights to stop meditating because you decided during meditation to stop, but good practice to stop meditating because it was the end time set by the you who had put the event in your Google Calendar? Is there a principled distinction between these two ego instances?”)

He didn’t answer it to my satisfaction. And, here’s the interesting thing – I backed off. Not in a “hmph, I’ll drop it” way, but with a slightly apologetic smile, as if I were the fool for having pressed him. The feeling that drove that apologetic expression was anxiety that I was not allowing him to save face.

I had not realized, until I asked that question and backed off from it, that I wanted him to save face. In that moment I realized that I was invested in the social construction of this retreat as an event where a wise guy taught us stuff, we respected him, and went away satisfied. I wanted us all to have a good time, and this was more important than coming to a resolution on what consistent philosophy about the ego could underpin the meditation practice. It seemed, perhaps, that this was why everyone else was asking him softball questions.

It’s hard to summarize what I learned from this. One of them is simply that “pretending to be satisfied to strengthen a social dynamic that feels good to everyone” is something I’m even capable of. I don’t think I’ve done it so distinctly before. I think this conformity is something I’m more capable of as I grow older. Another is that this is probably going on all the time, in ways I can’t see right now. In extreme cases, this must be present in cults.

Telling my cat if he doesn’t shape up, I’m going to inject him into the quotient torus

i HATE galois theory i want to TIME TRAVEL back and KILL galois with a GUN at the tender age of 20 YEARS

lying down rolling around with my laptop and phone and scrap paper

gerald b folland might as well have taken all semblances of me liking measure theory, doused it in gasoline, shoved it down by throat, and stabbed me with a flamethrower with how terrible this textbook is