Some Zen masters say there shouldn’t be more to sitting than because we simply have the time.
While other Buddhists do it to free themselves from the desires that lead to suffering.
Taoists might tell you that the key to sitting is to forget. Return to what you were before you were you.
Hindus might say the point is to realize that you are but a mask of God, a part being played in a drama.
When Muslims do it, it’s a form of prayer. To praise and beseech the Allmighty while banishing what is most low.
Christians, too, have meditation. Done for penitence or to make room to recognize the divine that’s always present.
Then there are Transcendentalists, who find the ocean within that enjoins us and dive in.
And of course, there are countless more ways and reasons to do it.
It can innoculate you to cold, disease, stress.
It can prepare you for hardship, danger, success.
Like all exercises, it has its dangers and should be done in moderation. At least until you know what you’re doing.
But for me, it’s worth meditating anyway.
I sit for all these reasons.
But mostly I sit because there isn’t anything close to this good on TV.