As I wean myself more and more from the online world, I rediscover reality. It is so easy to kid yourself about how enlightened you are when you are made of pixels. Pixel dust covers everything!
You can lean back and post photos of yourself (only the flattering ones) and wait for people to declare you beautiful. But you know the truth, don’t you?
Alone in your tomb with the stone firmly in place, your mind declares you both the winner and the loser in all contests.
You want enlightenment and you think others have it to give. Alas, they don’t. They don’t have approval or disapproval to give you, either.
What is an aspiring soul to do?
Nothing is the prescription written in the air by the Tao. These days the air is smoke-filled and that makes it very hard to read.
Trains are derailing, bombs are exploding and the terrorists are writing in fire. What chance does the air have?
So I turn to discovering my actual state. I am totally clueless. Ah, the sheer relief of writing that.
Some of you know yourselves and are nodding in agreement. The old Chinese patriarchs are giggling in their patched robes. Never born, they never cease to shake their fists at our stupidity.
Rock on, Reality, rock on. Pixel dust will never cover up the truth. There is a light that shines only within. It is with you in your tomb. The stone is just bearing witness to your unreadiness to experience rebirth just yet. And that is a very good thing.