I have a fatal flaw; I am human. And no matter how many nondualists are dancing on the head of a pin, they are flawed as well. The argument of their nonstop clarity and purity holds no water. As someone said, “We are the fallen people.” If you care to argue that statement, just monitor your mind for a few days. Even a few moments will do.
“The doctor is on time. Fancy that. The idiot doesn’t remember that he asked to see my X-rays and I made a special trip to procure them. So now I have to wait while he mumbles at the nurse to get them. And he comes back in with this silly expression that telegraphs, “Don’t waste my time.” I say to him, “You remind me of Dr. Spaceman on 30 Rock” and he sniffs, “I don’t watch much TV.” He hands me a prescription for an anti-inflammatory and says, “For goodness sakes, stop taking it if it makes you sick.” Yeah, Mister Doctor Spaceman.
My teacher taught enlightenment from the dark side of the moon. He shone his beam of awareness in the basement until the nasty little fiends stood there trembling in fear. I oughta know; I was one of them. I had a sarcastic little self that was selfish, pushy and terrified. Thankfully, everyone else did, too. So I was not alone.
My teacher went to his death without divulging a single spiritual experience to us. I am so grateful for that.