Realizing that life is a mess and all our attempts to make it perfect are doomed to failure. And then being okay with that. That's kind of what I think of as 'enlightenment' these days, if you ask.
A lot of people leave out the 'being okay with that' part.
And I mean, 'being okay'. Being bitterly resigned is not being okay.
And I mean, 'it's a mess'. It will come and snap at you from behind just when you think you've got it pinned down. Life is like those plants that you can never quite kill because underground they are all part of the same huge root system and will just pop up somewhere else.
So you let it happen.
Resistance is futile.
I often recall those early humans who were said to perform rituals to make the Sun rise. I can see how the mindset has survived. What would become of our lives if we weren't there to make them happen?
What indeed?
Am I needed to do the walking down the street?
Am I needed to make choices? Or do I come in after to claim the choice?
Am I not just the commentator in the booth up there?
Truth is slipping from my fingers. It used to be a solid structure, but then turned out to be a sand castle, and when that dries up, it is just sand, flowing. I never had it. There is less and less truth that I can state.
No. Truth is not a quantity. Truth is a matter of perspective. Everyone can only speak for themselves and from their vantage point. There is no reason that you should state things the way I do. It would be lying from your point of view. Truth includes all there is, the way it is. And is okay with that.
But even without an 'accumulation' of truth, there seems to be a move toward greater freedom. Less complication. Less of what things 'stand for'. When the map of reality is zoomed in on and finally gets to scale 1:1. The signifier is the signified: life now means exactly what it means.
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