TOO OFTEN MAN wishes to find things at a point, in a moment, or see them as particular goals which are to be achieved. It is man’s flaw in this, that he may not see that knowledge, and truth, and stillness, and love, and all those things which absolutely, undisputedly mean something, can never be found in one singular point, one summit upon which all others can be understood. Man can never surely know that he has climbed the highest mountain nor reached the highest peak till he has successfully scaled them all, and truly seen all there is to see. The greatest things lie not upon one singularity, one particular point, but, rather, the greatest things are great because of their fluidity, because of their silence in motion, because of their ever changing qualities which make them indiscoverable till one looks inside oneself. But man fears this…he fears that which has no path. If these great things are but points to reach, without understanding the sense of reaching them, then there can always be a path which one may take to reach the point. As a matter of fact, I can give you many different paths to use in reaching that point. But those great things, those things we are not meant to see as points, are anything but. They live. They breathe. They move. They love. And therefore, because they are not constant and because they are not always the same, not always just one thing to be reached, because they are not one image but a grand collage of many images, there is no real path one can be given to reach it. In order to discover those great things, one cannot search for a path to follow, but only search within themselves and find their own meaning, their own life, their own breath, their own movements, and their own love. It is because those great things live and change for you that they are GREAT THINGS. And it is because those great things live and change for you that when asked what they are by a child, you can never give a definition. It is yours. It is theirs. It is humanity’s. And until man sees this, until he sees what he is meant to be searching for, then all the work he does, all the lives that may be lost in its name, are meaningless and hollow if all the work and all the death is done for a path that is not your own, not that of the heart’s. Knowledge. Truth. Stillness. Love. Stop for a moment and ask, right now, what are they to you? Think not of what you’ve been told, but what you believe. Take my words and let them guide you, yes, but guide you only more towards the intent of your own perfect, indefinable, indescribable soul, and love the greatness, love the power, of the mystery of stillness.
