Arising from a deep slumber
I began to wonder:
I began to wonder:
...maybe there is no
"mysterious meaning" to life.
"mysterious meaning" to life.
Is there meaning to trees, to grass,
to rocks, to sky? - do they even care...
to rocks, to sky? - do they even care...
They just are... They just exist...
Everything seems to struggle to exist:
a struggle for survival - or maybe even
a struggle for death,
but with no "spiritual" overlay -
just life living itself...
a struggle for survival - or maybe even
a struggle for death,
but with no "spiritual" overlay -
just life living itself...
Maybe there are no "spiritual" standards to live up to;
like being on the "right path";
no "spiritual cookies" to achieve;
like "enlightenment."
If there is no "right way" -no "right path"
then doing anything "right" doesn't matter...
like being on the "right path";
no "spiritual cookies" to achieve;
like "enlightenment."
If there is no "right way" -no "right path"
then doing anything "right" doesn't matter...
I think I'm discovering the futility of striving
after some "spiritual" meaning to life;
some "mystical mystery" to explain existence...
after some "spiritual" meaning to life;
some "mystical mystery" to explain existence...
Existence is an enigma...
All our beliefs are just trying to explain it really;
how we try to understand the ineffable.
But we exist in a bubble of unknowing,
where the blind lead the blind,
professing to know
the "Truth of Existence."
how we try to understand the ineffable.
But we exist in a bubble of unknowing,
where the blind lead the blind,
professing to know
the "Truth of Existence."
Mystic Meandering
July 1, 2023
July 1, 2023
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