Where is Mu?

Yesterday whirred by my car window as I drove from place to place. I learned how to use my computer to be the ultimate monk who talks to himself by making a voice CD, complete with background music, of anything I want to hear me or anyone else say: an exercise routine (my original goal), meditation timing, inspiration and affirmation. To this I can add Pearl Jam or the Carthusian Monks chanting, fading them in and out at will, layering the sound if I want. I was amused, to say the least, at the possible.

The day started at 5:30am; involuntary sleep ended it at 8:50pm. No mindful moment that I could recall in this day. I didn't see mu. The day was a spiritual void, though very productive by worldly standards. No regrets, just an observation. Oh....... there's mu!