It is possible, I think, that a person here and a person there will be able to wake up from delusions, but the large majority will never wake up. I have spent at least 25 years on a serious quest to rid myself from delusions and nonsense, but I haven’t had much success. I am still stressed out about everything. I rarely experience any peace of mind.
In Germany, in the nineteen thirties, everybody was screaming their lungs out: “Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!” Scholars, priests, ordinary farm workers, everybody was screaming. Today everybody is working like hell to be able to shop. If we relax the shopping thing the stock market will go down. That would be the end of the world.
There is no hope. I’m sad to say it.
Thoughts like this shouldn’t be expressed, I suppose. Thoughts like this should be stored away in a dungeon somewhere. But all the accepted thoughts are welcome to the great ball, dressed up in pink and green and blue, and the most wonderful of them all shall marry the prince and they should live happily ever after.
In Mahayana Buddhism, by the way, the monk who is on the brink to enlightenment, refrains from his enlightenment and accept the unenlightened state of mind in solidarity with all the rest.
Well, I don’t refrain from enlightenment. I am not even near it. I am a stressed out and disillusioned middle aged man without much hope. I am not desperate. I will not kill myself. I will have visitors here in a little while and we will have some fun maybe. Maybe we are going to a restaurant later. I don’t know. Tomorrow I am at work again.
What I can’t understand is all the synchronicities in my life. Why do they appear? Is there any meaning with them? I plan sometimes to make a list of them, but what is the point with that? Synchronicities happen to me all the time. So what.