I wanted to believe what I was told, I really did. But the more I was told, the less it added up. To ask “why” anywhere along the way, and expect a definitive answer, is to start a chain-reaction of doubt.
Suddenly, nothing is as it was. Structure, authority, the very foundation of life — it’s all unsubstantiated. End points are not reached by straightforward paths. Maps are but glimpses of the past, frustrating if followed.
If we believe scientific and philosophical understanding lacked throughout the historic narrative, it would be folly to believe our own understanding represents anywhere near a complete knowledge.
This isn’t what they say it is. This isn’t what your senses say it is. This isn’t what your thoughts say it is. Only in the quiet of your mind do you transcend, experiencing what “this” is.