The inability to concentrate may stem from not finding a reason to work. According to the stuff I've just been reading, which I don't want to explicitly mention lest I am found by googling zealots, is that one is always at odds with working because it doesn't feel moral. We find an inconsistency always, and feel like part of the system, part of the evil, when we work to get money. On the other hand, if we work for people, we feel bad because we seek to please people and make people happy and hence have a feeling of pride, we seek respect, fame. Whatever may be the work that we do, we are selfish. The route out of this moral dilemma is suggested by X, the ungooglable. X says that if we work selflessly, not justifying, or rationalizing, not trying to please, but merely following our instinct and uncovering the moments of the day, as if we are reading a book, instead of wondering whether to read the book or not, then even if it feels selfish in the beginning, you will reach a state of selflessness. We are supposed to trust X about this. This is an intereting idea. On reading it, I feel a sense of calm overcome me at once. Whatever happens, one must not give in to inactivity. To read this book is the goal of every aMa. The idea suggests that we should not take anything too seriously, we should not bind ourselves to anything. Most work is like that. Karma is just stuff that happens. When we fall in love, or feel deeply about something, we bind ourselves to something. That happens only once in a while. Everyday stuff is pretty mundane, but all X is saying is that sometimes you need to know some pretty crazy grammar if you want to read a complicated book, and you have to do the work for it. Maybe consciousness is this strange external force, which does not want to infuse itself into the physical world. I am not sure I agree with all of this, but it surely is a fascinating and complicated notion.