Playing the Game

We must play the game or most surely the game will play us. The world into which we are born has been made inevitable by accidents of nature. The rhymes and the reasons of our culture are mechanical as an old fashioned alarm clock, but born into the tick-tock tick-tock we play our part in this shadow world saying "I" to the springs and the gears, and to the time.

It is not surprising that some minds rebel against the stacked deck that is life its self, but rebellion is a tragic waste of precious existence. The path to Enlightenment is unobstructed but by the normal faculties of mind. And should that Awareness, which is everywhere the true substance of life, awaken to become the master of the consciousness it has created, everything is just as it was, is now, and ever shall be.

The Waves are the Water

It is not enough to quiet the mind. The essence of ones being is met when Awareness forbears the creation of mind. Mind is a necessary tool to the processes of life, and basking in the instinctual satisfactions that the mind provides is just fine. But mind is not the true self. Mind is the basket weaver of illusions. The narratives that dominate human existence (for better or worse) are phantasms made flesh. When Awareness wakens to its Self it is as if we had always known.

The waves are the water.

The Importance of Being Ernest

All culture is imagined into being. We are born into the world made inevitable by the imaginations of our forebears, and the starkly arbitrary nature of the forms of daily existence exist as norms to us. The long shadow threatening to extinguish life as we know it, is the direct spawn of the human imagination acting in the sway of unacknowledged, and therefore unperceived, primitive archetypes to which humanity en-mass has said "I".

Enlightenment is no longer a luxury good in the shop of human choices.  Enlightenment is our only hope.