How difficult it is to reconcile that the bizarre experiences of entheogens are of the same reality that appears so familiar, manageable, and ‘normal’, otherwise. That the magnitude of variation in perspectives of the same reality can be so unimaginably vast is surely one of nature’s most remarkable phenomena.
Life is of course without cosmic meaning, but it is however inherently and subjectively purposeful. It has no destination, yet it has direction, direction which inspires an appetite for nourishment, love, and survival. So yes it is a waste of time to look for higher meaning in your life, however the transient instinctual purposes developed for you by evolution can be deeply satisfying to live and try for, if you let them be.
When dreaming, the entities we encounter feel separate from us at the time, but given the context of waking life we realise they were all projected within and by us, that our mind had duped itself into believing it was divided. Given a yet greater context or vantage point, we would likely find that waking life is of precisely the same nature; that wherever there is a sense of separateness, dreaming is taking place. As one universe and reality there has never really been “us” or “we”, there has only ever been, and eternally will be, me.
“So then, here’s the drama. My metaphysics, let me be perfectly frank with you, are that there is the central Self, you could call it God, you could call it anything you like. And it’s all of us. It’s playing all the parts of all beings whatsoever, everywhere and anywhere. And it’s playing the game of hide and seek with itself. It gets lost, it gets involved in the farthest out adventures, but in the end it always wakes up, and comes back to itself. And when you’re ready to wake up, you’re gonna wake up. And if you’re not ready, you’re gonna stay pretending that you’re just a poor little me.” ~ Alan Watts
Love is no better than hate.
Pain, just another state.
Why loath death, it’s fate.
Culture and the heart will always generate,
A cluttered slate.
Experience and interpretation,
Are yours to coordinate.
“And in the end the love you take, is equal to the love you make” ~ The End by The Beatles
The nature of your relationship with another person can often be determined by the feeling that most often comes to mind when you think of them.
Language, and even maths, are ultimately clumsy tools with which to model and convey our experiences. They illustrate patterns of reality with some accuracy, however when it comes to conceptualising the substance of these patterns, the thread with which they’re woven, the fundamental limitation of models surface.