Dear (newly wide-awake) reformed seeker –
If you haven’t yet been called delusional, flakey, misguided, weird, out-of-touch, in denial, crazy, mistaken, blasphemous, arrogant, heretical, evil, a nutter…
If you haven’t been judged, shunned, ostracised, scorned, ignored, rejected, excluded, gossiped about, sent to Coventry…
No worries – there’s still plenty of time.
Seven billion stories (and counting) are poised to project their characters onto the empty pregnant space that you know yourself to be.
Hang in there – if you can find a ‘there’ anywhere. (Chuckles)
When the barbs come thick and fast you’ll be astonished to find that they fly right through your shimmering spaciousness. It’s quite a trip actually!
Cartoon by Michael Leunig