Trying to get to the bottom of things is like trying to dig a well in a spider’s web. There is no depth to it, but you get fooled by there being a surface. Trying to achieve the great realization inadvertently makes thought seem more significant than it is. You cannot self-remember because you, (your thoughts), have no memory of a self…(your thought-based self”). Memory of experiences, yes; of a self, no.
If you do not know what is going on and you do not want to believe that anyone does…leastwise, anyone you could lay your hands on.
One man says: “There is the almost irresistible impression that when the mind is on auto-run and not under my conscious direction, that it is not me, but is more like an uninvited, ‘THAT,’ and when my mind finally takes note of the situation, the feeling then is that: ‘I must stop THAT.’ But then when it is momentarily interrupted, the sensation is one of: ‘I did it. I stopped ‘it,’ as though the out-of-control-THAT and the ME that I just said ‘stopped THAT’ are two different things going on in my brain.” What he just described is the natural state of man’s consciousnesses: a condition of being in the dark; asleep-in-a-dream; captive and without a clue as to what is going on in the light.
Men relentlessly proclaim criticisms and whines in the attempt to make things seem like they have some importance; that being alive, means something. Complaining is the sincerest form of seriousness about life.
There is a disease in being normal and civilized: trying to make yourself think that life has a purpose. Thus people wanting to do good and to, save the world, otherwise engage in frustration. Being asleep is thinking that life has some purpose, or in searching for its purpose.
If you do not know what you are doing, trying to wake up just makes it worse.
J.