This morning, after so many sodden days wrapped in mist, the mountain emerges under the gaze of the great Shining.
A verdant world is revealed. Greens of every radiant tone, still heavily wet, sigh under skies of powder blue. The grass, dotted with little red mounds of ant-work, is alive with leaping jumping whirling insect life, and seven fat guinea-fowl are busy breakfasting.
The cottage is named Bliss.
We really don’t have a clue what we do. Life acts and we assume responsibility – praise, blame, satisfaction, regret, guilt. If you still imagine that you ‘know’ what you do, that you drive your Lifeboat, no doubt you’ll still be suffering one way or another.
If you want to understand why you suffer you’ll need to want it a great deal, for it will take all your powers of choiceless observation. That involves patience. It means being able to endure not being sure of anything. It means no conclusions.
If you can bear to look for yourself at all the ways you sabotage the truth of your non-existence, you’ll understand the root of suffering.