Almost achieved Satori

There I was, finishing programming problem that had eluded me for quite some time, when I took a moment to step back and examine my work. I took a deep breath and looked at it. But then something strange happened while I thought. It seemed as if my mind was expanding. My field of view embiggened until this particular program was just one part of the larger picture. It was no problem I had solved, it was an old friend I had invited over for drinks and wise advice. We talked about our troubles and parted on good terms, both better for having met. I could feel the computation coursing through my veins until it seemed I was floating in a vast ocean of solutions, and all I needed to do to know all was let it pass inside me. It was right there and all I had to do was inhale and let the universe fill me and make me pure.

But then, it was over, the moment was gone and I couldn't find it again. I was at my desk, staring at a mediocre solution to a tedious and annoying problem.

After I post >>6 and >>7 above, I go to a coffee shop and start reading my big fat Sunday New York Times. On the front page of the Sunday Business section and page 5 inside, there is a big whole-page article about my old boss Dr. Mansour Samadpour from twenty years ago, when he was running a book store apart from his university microbiology lab. When I showed him my publication on artificial intelligence in NOVEMBER Magazine, Mansour snorted, "This is not science." So I told him it is philosophy, not science. I let him have my German copy of Mein Kampf to display in the front window, but some customers got terribly upset. Three monthis after I quit working there, I walked by the front window and saw beautiful brown hair streaming down the backside of a Latina beauty, so I went in and was introduced to "Odna Mona" as described in http://www.churchofvirus.org/virus.96/1998.html on the Web. When Odna and I met, it was like in Collossus: The Forbin Project, where the U.S. superintelligence and the Russian superintelligence start rapidfire intercontinental communications. My coworker told me not to talk about such personal things with Odna Mona, then my coworker looked rapidly back and forth between Odna and me as we both raced into the most personal of all topics and questions. Soon I became Odna's German tutor, and she took me to a German movie at the Seattle International Film Festival (SIFF), where she moonlighted as an usher. Then our boss Mansour started making snide remarks. He said that he could take Odna Mona home in his car, while Arthur could take Odna Mona home on his bicycle. It was bad enough when his voice used to come booming over my radio at four o'clock in the morning, talking about E-coli food safety. Now in the NYT of 5.APR.2015 I read that he started his new company with six employees in 2001 and it "now employs over 1,500 people at 116 labs in the United States and Europe." Why does The New York Times leave out the fact that the guy was the bookstore boss of Mentifex from 2001 to 2005?