“You see, one thing is, I can live with doubt and uncertainty and not knowing. I think it’s much more interesting to live not knowing than to have answers which might be wrong. I have approximate answers and possible beliefs and different degrees of certainty about different things, but I’m not absolutely sure of anything and there are many things I don’t know anything about, such as whether it means anything to ask why we’re here, and what the question might mean. I might think about it a little bit and if I can’t figure it out, then I go on to something else, but I don’t have to know an answer, I don’t feel frightened by not knowing things, by being lost in a mysterious universe without having any purpose, which is the way it really is so far as I can tell. It doesn’t frighten me.” ~ Richard Feynman
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.
“The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know it what I have words for.” ~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
The boundary of language is the end of philosophy, and the beginning of reality.
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
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it’s very brightly colored, and it’s very loud, and it’s fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride a long time, and they begin to wonder, ‘Hey, is this real, or is this just a ride?’ And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, ‘Hey, don’t worry; don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.'” ~ Bill Hicks
Your instrument of evolution,
Or face dissolution.
Intimately we are spun,
Our threads so entwined,
Two feel like one.
People everywhere lost in a role.
I am their soul.
But you are you and I am me;
The eternal witness,
And another personality.