A Few Thoughts
Throughout history there have been many who have traveled the road to knowledge, enlightenment, whatever we want to call that thing that wakes us and shows us the truer nature of reality, that place and process beyond the mundane and accepted stasis we find ourselves stuck in like a fly in honey. And these seekers, these pathfinders often leave clues behind, breadcrumbs we can if we choose and if we are serious can follow, maps that might lead us to those same revelations, those doorways into the real. For some it has been meditation, for some excess, for some practice, for some art, for some, pain. That there is no one single key to that door makes sense, just as there is no one type of person who is drawn in that direction.
But therein lies one of the problems with such journeys: without a template, without some easily described rationale for even launching such a voyage in the first place, each seeker must traverse the chasms they find themselves caught in, must see with their own vision first that they are lost, are in pain, and see that they need something else, even if they cannot at first say what it is they are needful of. Because no one ever sets off on this sort of quest because they saw it on TV, or read about it in a book - no matter how compelling and masterfully it is described. And because until each one of us finds ourselves slowly sinking in the tarpits, facing certain spiritual extinction, there is nothing compelling enough to make us face the road ahead, the road we can barely see the first turn in. So many unknowns, so many feared pitfalls, so much potential loneliness, and the other fear - the fear that once we start, once we get past that first turn in the road - there is no going back. Because to go back, to give up that quest once begun is to lose all hope, to join the last mastodons, the last saber-tooth cats, doomed to merely plod onward to the approaching horizon, but never get beyond it.
But here's the thing: we know that in some fashion, though not by any specifics, that the elephant descends from the mammoth or mastodon. That something got past that closed horizon, and still walks the Earth today. If the elephant disappears, that will be on our heads. So it seems to me that the best hope the elephant has, that all remaining species have to continue living among us, is for each of us to conquer that fear of what waits beyond that first curve in the road, to be a seeker of the truer world, to never settle into the sinking pits we are told is reality, we are sold as a bill of spoiled goods. Those who continue in the belief their destructive means of existence is the only choice are themselves heading toward oblivion. But we do not have to join them in that failed state of belief. We can wake up. We can open that door. But we must be ready to leap, without any assurances of what waits on the other shore.