For many years, a man with a marrow drenching version of the hunger, would swap anything in life for the experience (whatever it may prove to be) of: Waking-up, being-Enlightened, discovering-The-Secret, seeing-things-as-they-really-are. Oh tempora, what glorious inner days in which to live; driven by an anticipation absolutely unequaled in any other human endeavor.
People first struggling to pull themselves from the inner misty dream, experience a joyous excitement that cannot be told to others. They barely comprehend it themselves, but its reality is unquestionable. They are not deluded in the pursuit of their goal, but are indeed after a goal which will dispel for them all delusions.
For the few fhis proves simply to be an almost totally private, irrepressible, ineffable affair. One around which, (for some years), the very essence of their life revolves. But damn, if years of failure can’t get severely frustrating. “Damn! Does anybody ever succeed in this? Is there even anybody who actually understands what this thing is about?” And if you mention the situation to ordinary people, they will say that they could have told you in the beginning that you were wasting your time in the whole affair; and if you talk about it with others going through the same frustration, you end up comparing and complaining about fraudulent gurus, books, groups you have been misled by.
Too easily can this finally become more trouble and disappointment than the effort is worth. But alas, such proves life. One morning you are a robin, then someone becomes a BB gun, and the next thing you know they’re singing, “Amazing Grace” over you while someone details reincarnation in your stone cold ear as they prime the formaldehyde pump. (The super serious should obviously ignore this little parenthetical outburst).
To the few born with an attraction to the notion of realizing a new head world substantially different from man’s common one, not only does the idea feel to them supremely serious, but also everyone they find who offers to instruct them in achieving it treats it likewise. But the entity solely responsible for the seriousness, (not to mention the whole notion itself), is not you and is not some grim guru. It is thought.
J.