The Pit Of Nirvana
That’s the standout feeling at the conclusion of my twenty-five year search for enlightenment.
It nearly killed me.
And now that I’m here on the other side of the fence, I still find myself skimming through books on enlightenment I’d hope could save me back in the day. Looking for clues I may have missed through my old filter.
Just the same snake oil that didn’t help me the first time through.
Except for today.
Today I saw something significant. Something that’s clear as day to me now but made less-than-zero sense before. But it wasn’t written by the author. It’s a quote he used.
“How can a figment of the imagination have any effect on anything that is not itself a figment of imagination? Therefore any effect resulting from an act of ‘will’ subject to the ego-concept can only be as imaginary at itself.” – Wei Wu Wei
So what does this mean Gabe?
Whatever. Who cares. It doesn’t matter too much. If at all.
The only thing that matters is what happened after I read that quote.
An ant walked across the page.
It just happened.
Out of nowhere.
Like everything else.
Without our control.
P.S. And then, right there at Starbucks, a guy walked by me who totally needed to invest in some Mitchum. Stat. He smelled so ungodly awful, he could, as my uncle would say, knock a buzzard off of a shit wagon.