Think about all the time you spend asleep. Now add to that all those painful last ten seconds of holding a yoga asana, or competing in a 5k race, if you have felt these. Add to this every second in your life you have wished something would just hurry up. Add all those minutes, indeed, hours, you’ve spent waiting for trains. Add all the minutes ON trains, unless you’ve been reading a life-changing book, or talking to someone you love. Now add all the minutes you spent reading books you’ve forgotten, or that turned out to be disappointing, or that didn’t change your life. Books where you believe the author may have ‘rushed the end’. Now add minutes spent talking to people you only thought you loved, but no longer speak to. Add all the time you spent on the phone to them, dressing for them, writing things especially for them, crying over them, holding them while they cried. Add any orgasms you’ve ever faked, or not enjoyed as much as the ones you have while masturbating. Add all the time you’ve spent masturbating. Now add minutes at work. Minutes spent on holidays that you thought would be more exciting then they were. Any minutes spent anticipating anything at all that did not live up to your expectations. All those times you wished you were somewhere else. What about all the time you spent shopping for things you later threw away? Childbirth, your own birth, death, grieving, mourning, hoping, the unreal euphoria of being intoxicated. All those minutes can go. But of course by now you must be wondering what is left when you take those minutes away from your life, all those minutes that the ego made for you, and then made you undo. What indeed?