Now is a timeless state—no past, no future. It’s where time dies.
What the undisciplined, puffed-up mind does: It projects the past onto the future. It remembers and anticipates, regrets and fears, blames and expects. None of this has anything to do with right now.
Every day millions upon millions of lives blink into and out of existence. These blinks are momentary. They are ephemeral, weightless, too fleeting to bear the weight of a past and a future.
The man who blames his past for his present has found decent accommodation for a low price. He isn’t going anywhere.
As near as I can tell, we don’t need them. A ritual is the imposition of the past upon the present. We pacify ourselves by doing today what we did yesterday.
Habits are rituals. OCD is ritualism run amok.