The great thing about running headlong into a spiritual brick wall is that everything cracks open and all my illusions about the world spill out.
The only thing that can ever really be destroyed is my confusion about the benevolent wholeness of the universe.
Death appears to be the final destruction of that confusion, so I don’t pity the dead like I used to. They have returned to eternal wholeness.
But I also see there’s no need to die. Wholeness is already the way of it. There’s nothing that needs to be escaped. except confusion, and I can do that alive. No one has ever been hurt by the confusion, only by their thoughts and beliefs about it. The confusion itself isn’t anything but something to laugh about. The problem is when we see it as a problem. That’s when suffering happens.
But when I’m sane I can return to the truth by questioning what’s causing me pain.
What a gift.