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“The brain is a pleasure seeking machine. Once you teach it, through meditation, that abiding calmly in the present moment feels better than our habitual state of clinging l, over time, the brain will want more and more mindfulness.”

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Dan Harris
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Dan Harris, born on July 26, 1971, is a renowned American journalist known for his unique style and in-depth coverage of news events. more

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