The Big Oooh...

This is it.
This is what Eckhart Tolle was talking about. "You have all this important stuff to do," you're ego stews," but you're stuck in the grimy showroom of the Big O Tire store waiting ad infinitum for a set to be put on your car. Your ego would love to highjack your equanimity and get all indignant and irritable because once again "real life" has ground your "real life's purpose" to a halt. But you've been down that dead-end street before and are determined to show that committee of neurotic reactionaries that like to run things in your head (when given the chance) that you're a big boy now and can transcend the slings and arrows of mere circumstance.
And so you notice the air slipping in and out through your nostrils. You feel the weight of the clipboard resting on your thigh... the cool of the fan on the back of your neck. You recall the saying you once noticed on the wall of a Zen Center on the Marin Coast. It said, "Drinking a cup of tea, I stop the war."
Therefore, being a pacifist at heart, you drink in the sunlight glinting off the tile floor, careening off the hubcap displays. You feel the warmth of your body. Hear the rattle of the fan overhead. Take note of the psychological trick of comparative value. This moment is just as valuable as any other— in fact, more valuable than most because you're actually aware of it, You can actually see through the oversized primary-colored lettering on the store front window the pastel retro-fashions on the manikins in the second-hand boutique across the street. It's all there for you— the colors, the sounds, the smells.
No longer trapped in the everyday world, you can peer into it from a vaster dimension called being. Soon the everyday world becomes more like an interesting, innocuous diorama. Emersed in the Big Om that permeates the Big O, you can imbibe of this world without being drowned in it.