As we confront our insecurities and doubts we realize the importance of making space for what we find meaningful to ourselves in our journey. Stripping away our insecurities slowly through our releasing of our dark has become the new ritual. Feeling our own terror and fear we grow towards new possibility. As we survive each new layer of revelation about our nature, something begins to change. At first it is personal, just about you. But soon you are joined by others, others who have seen the way.
The path is fraught with suffering. The nature of our current human experience makes this a temporarily necessity. There is no way out of experiencing some empowerment through facing our greatest injustices against ourselves. These injustices have largely been internalized. A false sense of being hardened into our very bodies showing us the potential of our unconquered spirit. Survival reveals that we are capable of establishing ourselves again, that we are capable of rising up and embracing our power. Each day we count our blessings that we have survived. In this we learn gratitidue.
Meaninglessness confronts us with our desperation. We need to change. It is in our hearts. With every beat we move closer to liberty from our condition. With every breath we move our soul that much closer to being free. And yet more is required. A need to find meaning.
A journey is required. A journey into darkness, where all things are made to stand still, where the mind and all its machinery is made to pause. Why? Perhaps deep within our soul has the answer but we have become too routine and mechanical to hear it clearly. Yet, with each breath the revelation moves closer to being fully heard and felt. It is something that we can commit to on our path. It is something that is possible.
With this requires a leap into the unknown, the great terror from which many turn back at first. It is no longer our luxury to run away from what is there. It is no longer an option if we wish to survive. So then, the die is cast, and our fate is sealed. We must journey within and without to a place none of us has been before. We could call this place hope, but perhaps it is simply home, the place where we live. Housed in our flesh, lighted by a power within, we face our greatest fears. It is here somehow that we will find our redemption. It is here somehow that we are going to find victory, a triumph over our weakness and our hardness. Or perhaps, accepting our weakness and hardness for what they are, find a way to use them to make life more bearable for ourselves and those we love. A human solution for human problem.
We act deliberately now to find knowledge. It is a necessity. The quest for knowledge has never been more important than now, as our world dances on the razor's edge of doom. What we need is answers. Ones that are complete. Ones in which we find meaning through survival and through success. Survival and success blend together increasingly. Just living in somehow an act of triumph. And creating by whatever means is a celebration of our still beating hearts and still moving breath which must be interpreted as a sure sign that we are moving that much closer to the meaning we have all been searching for. When we get there, I am sure there will be others, and so the journey and the tour of our condition as humans will be a small measure more complete through our communion. And surely communion is something we are all yearning for after all this time alone. We move forward then towards meaning, an experience of fulfilled expectations and much more than we can even imagine.