Perhaps the most challenging thing for most of us to understand is simple, and if you examine it directly, the most obvious fact is that there is no such thing as a solid, separate, stable entity that I can call "myself."
Monday, February 6, 2023
Scott Morrison: Life Without Purpose
Nouns (labels like writer, teacher, doctor, lawyer, man, woman),
proper nouns (my name, your name),
personal pronouns (I, me, mine, myself)...
Coupled with mental images of your face or body at various ages,
morphed together with multiple role models' faces or bodies,
and anchored by muscular contractions and other sensations...
Work collectively to create a fictitious mental version
of 'me' and 'my life.'
It may be convincing on the surface, and there may be the security and comfort of habitual perception. Still, if you investigate carefully and directly, you will find nothing but insubstantial memory and fantasy edited by motive and attitude.
Nowhere in any of that is there a real, verifiable "you" or "me."
Before agreeing or disagreeing,
before proceeding any further,
take a few moments to check this out for yourself in earnest.
Otherwise, the process of truth,
the discovery of what is real,
is trivialized and reduced to true believerism,
a subtle contempt before investigation.
If you assume, "I already know that," no honest investigation or discovery can occur.
So if you have the boldness,
the courage and integrity to check it out for yourself,
you discover that everything you think about yourself
(as well as other people, the world, life, and the universe)
is neither accurate nor reliable.
It is only the play of fragmented memory, and as such, it is minimal.
It is shockingly dishonest and appallingly narrow,
shaped by what we like and dislike,
what we want and don't want.
It is hard to escape the obvious conclusion that all of the self-images and concepts we so take for granted have no reality.
So, now what? If there is no separate you and no separate me, then what is left?
Everything is left. Look around.
In the absence of mental and emotional editing,
there is nothing but awareness and everything that arises in it.
Everything you can see, hear, smell, taste, feel, think, and otherwise experience.
There is nothing but this,
this whole, infinite,
So what is your purpose in all of this?
What is life?
That, clearly, is up to you.
For most, it is a life of habitual self-deception, gossip, pettiness, cruelty, self-centeredness, self-loathing, fear, worry, stress, anger, sorrow, and loneliness, sometimes whitewashed with ideological optimism, or further darkened with ego defense mechanisms of cynicism and tragic storylines that merely perpetuate, complicate, and deepen the torment.
For you, and I, and anyone who has the willingness to truly explore, however, any number of other possibilities exist at this very moment.
What if none of it ultimately makes any difference whatsoever?
What if there were no inherent purpose to life?
What if it were entirely up to you?
A game (basketball, tennis, soccer, football, golf)
or a dance performance (ballet, modern, African Jazz, Brazilian)
or a theatrical presentation ultimately doesn't make any difference.
Yet think of the players, musicians, dancers, or performers who have moved you and inspired you in the deepest, most beautiful, and subtle ways: It didn't really make any difference, yet they gave themselves, without reservation, to the game or the dance or the performance.
What if you were to let your life be a work of art and creativity, an expression of beauty, passion, tenderness, and wonder, an unconditional flow of affection and compassion and kindness, a sharing of joy, happiness, and peace, a perfect reflection of understanding and wisdom? Isn't that what you love about your physical, artistic, and spiritual heroes and heroines?
What if it were entirely up to you, this very instant?
Suddenly, it makes all the difference in the world.
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