Knowledge as an abstract quality of the mind is worthless. Only as an embodied capability does it serve us. Without embodiment, knowledge is a golden calf. Without embodiment, we are truly mindless.
The fingers of a pianist are obviously knowledgeable. A scientist, on the other hand, delves far out into the space of abstraction where he faces a great risk of getting lost. If he comes full circle and brings some value into the world, he is a master. If the endeavour turns out to be pointless and he leaves the ship and returns to earth, he is still a master. But if he cannot let go of abstract knowledge, the ship becomes his master.
After too many days of paralysis and dark thoughts, I sense there may be no need for a piece of paper that proposes I am a Master of Science. Maybe there is no need for another label to identify myself with.
I realized that this endeavour to attain a master degree is, to a great extent, ego-driven. And although the goal seems so close at hand, there may not be enough time left to cleanse myself of the attachments that hold me back ... to tear down the success barriers within.
This is, at least, one part of the truth ... that I seek myself in an abstract idea called master degree - an illusion that drains more life energy than it can ever return. Maybe it's time to practice letting go and truly be the master of my life.