Can it really be that each one of my trillions of cells is having an unbelievable amount of electrochemical actions each second with each action or exchange having a purpose and meaning? If so why is it so hard for me to find meaning?
Is it that I don’t know what the game is? Is it because the game isn’t looking at its self?
How hard or easy is it to create a daily habit of meditation with no spiritual expectations or explanations?
Why does my body run on electrochemical actions constantly zapping and exchanging vast amounts of chemical information twenty-four hours a day and burning fuel like all the other mammals do? To support me? Or did it just turn out that way?
I look at a stereo speaker and ask how can the sound of a piano come out of this little box and then I’m told how a strong floating magnet interprets electronic signals and I ask myself “Where are the vibrating strings that are being hit by the piano’s hammers?” And to me it still doesn’t seem to be possible — but it is. Is it that explanation is not the real thing – only true or partially-true or false explanation?
Do I normally move guided by expectation? What would happen differently if I could drop judging and expecting for a while?
Is having a normal life
a type of corral
the ultimate a type of runaway train
Can I know the truth and not be free? Can the idea of truth enslave? Can the idea of a right or correct path at best only say “consider this” and at worst lead me astray?
Does opening up to existence and being taken by the mystery equal death during life? Can I sacrifice myself? Is silence a sound that can be sensed as well as heard?
Questions are friendly in that they don’t directly solicit opposing statements but ask for consideration and if possible, answers.
The situation of having so many questions over the years and not knowing very many answers has given me a measure of ease with not being able to know for sure about some of the most important things in life. Many of the things I know for sure tend to be somewhat stale only because they are already known . . . for sure.
Not being able to know for sure has become a middle way for me. I have found comfort where it was least expected.
Here are the first questions:
If theism and atheism are beliefs, is the real beyond belief?
Is there a natural mystery which permeates all of existence in the form of pure awareness and creativity which is the birthright of all life?
If so, is this mystery being covered over in humans by a complex dream with the deepest meaning possible in life being found only when this birthright is completely uncovered and experienced fully via the total relaxation of the complex dream?