A line cast from the depths has caught me.
There is much suffering, much pain, much fear in our world, in our hearts, in our spirit. There is a tossing and a twisting that we can feel, but maybe we cannot express. There is a hurt we can feel but maybe not identify quite yet.
Enlightenment, as I've come to see it, is obtained periodically by only a few. Yet and, throughout time, it remains infinitely accessible to all. The course of human history is a slow struggle cycled back over and over itself a million-fold to find that spark of light.
Those who do find it, who do happen upon a truth deeper than the majority see from day to day, those few shed it for a time in the hopes that some small minority might see it. Slowly, the majority of humanity leaks a slow trickle into that minority who will have the eyes to see it.
With this model, it is understood that not all will see the light all at the same time. But, only because not all individuals are ready to see it. The difference between those who see and those who don't is nothing to be mourned because those who see the light will always carry on shedding it. Which means that any spark of recognition from any one individual is one small step in the right direction. This, in the broad scheme of things, is enough - is good because, as we said before, the light is infinite.
So long as the minority who see the light never stop shedding it and those on the cusp of seeing it continue to seek it out.
There is no "cusp of final action" in this model, no point of no return, no "once and for all". Instead, that cusp is translated into those who will carry the light next. And, as we have seen throughout humanity's history, there will always be at least one willing to speak and at least one willing to hear, and many willing to listen in curiosity with half an ear. Half an ear that, over time, could create a vague sense of interest which can always grow to a need to find more.
This concept has brought me to an extremely valuable conclusion. One that, I think and hope, will alleviate some of the depths of this depression as of late. It's a simple conclusion and it's one I can't imagine why it took me so long in coming around to. It's one, I hope, will stick.
I'm not trying to convince you.
I'm not going to.
I don't have to.
If you hear what I say, read what I write, see what I'm doing, and you think - hey, that's pretty good - then, I will gladly share with you the spirit of what I have come to see, the spirit of what I have come to know, the truths I have come to find. I will gladly talk and discuss, learn and share, find and show.
But, if when you see me, you are appalled by the things I do and think and see and say, then we can go our separate ways. And if you'd rather write me off, that's fine too.
I'm not here to prove you wrong, to prove me right, to prove anything.
I'm only trying to think, to question, to search, and to do what I can with what I find. I'm only trying to live the best I can find.
If you don't agree, that's okay.
If you don't want to agree, that's fine too.
I'll go my way and do what I'm doing. And, you can go your way and do what you're doing. Because I've learned that there are plenty of things, places, areas, ways that people connect. But, similarly, there are plenty where they don't. Where we miss one another. Where we glance past one another. Where what is said and what is heard, what is meant and what is gleaned are off for one reason or another.
That's okay.
Eventually, we can all find the way to the light. And, for each of us, it is different. If my way isn't your's, I'm sure you'll find your way there one day.
So, be at peace, whether or not my way brings it to you.
Enlightenment, as I've come to see it, is obtained periodically by only a few. Yet and, throughout time, it remains infinitely accessible to all. The course of human history is a slow struggle cycled back over and over itself a million-fold to find that spark of light.
Those who do find it, who do happen upon a truth deeper than the majority see from day to day, those few shed it for a time in the hopes that some small minority might see it. Slowly, the majority of humanity leaks a slow trickle into that minority who will have the eyes to see it.
With this model, it is understood that not all will see the light all at the same time. But, only because not all individuals are ready to see it. The difference between those who see and those who don't is nothing to be mourned because those who see the light will always carry on shedding it. Which means that any spark of recognition from any one individual is one small step in the right direction. This, in the broad scheme of things, is enough - is good because, as we said before, the light is infinite.
So long as the minority who see the light never stop shedding it and those on the cusp of seeing it continue to seek it out.
There is no "cusp of final action" in this model, no point of no return, no "once and for all". Instead, that cusp is translated into those who will carry the light next. And, as we have seen throughout humanity's history, there will always be at least one willing to speak and at least one willing to hear, and many willing to listen in curiosity with half an ear. Half an ear that, over time, could create a vague sense of interest which can always grow to a need to find more.
This concept has brought me to an extremely valuable conclusion. One that, I think and hope, will alleviate some of the depths of this depression as of late. It's a simple conclusion and it's one I can't imagine why it took me so long in coming around to. It's one, I hope, will stick.
I'm not trying to convince you.
I'm not going to.
I don't have to.
If you hear what I say, read what I write, see what I'm doing, and you think - hey, that's pretty good - then, I will gladly share with you the spirit of what I have come to see, the spirit of what I have come to know, the truths I have come to find. I will gladly talk and discuss, learn and share, find and show.
But, if when you see me, you are appalled by the things I do and think and see and say, then we can go our separate ways. And if you'd rather write me off, that's fine too.
I'm not here to prove you wrong, to prove me right, to prove anything.
I'm only trying to think, to question, to search, and to do what I can with what I find. I'm only trying to live the best I can find.
If you don't agree, that's okay.
If you don't want to agree, that's fine too.
I'll go my way and do what I'm doing. And, you can go your way and do what you're doing. Because I've learned that there are plenty of things, places, areas, ways that people connect. But, similarly, there are plenty where they don't. Where we miss one another. Where we glance past one another. Where what is said and what is heard, what is meant and what is gleaned are off for one reason or another.
That's okay.
Eventually, we can all find the way to the light. And, for each of us, it is different. If my way isn't your's, I'm sure you'll find your way there one day.
So, be at peace, whether or not my way brings it to you.
