If I could make myself believe something fantastical, it would be that there is a key in the form of some scientific or emotional or philosophical insight, or even attitude or character transfiguration that, by someone’s arriving at it, would physically open the door to the true universe. Like an incantation spoken that unearths a secret passageway, this piece of knowledge would bring the trumpet choir and peel back the cosmic surface, revealing the Insides of meaning and happiness.
Unfortunately,
this is not only an impossible fantasy, it is a sick one. It is sick because of a paradox: When a
person is blindly one with himself and blindly attached to the world by being
it, there is all meaning because there is none.
For him, like a child, it is impossible to even conceive that there is a
truth or value exterior to what exists. This
is the difference between a held, loved baby and one in marasmus and
shock. The child in shock, split from
himself, will someday need meaning to fill the absence, will be a thinker, a
searcher. He will hope for something richer
than him, and Self defining.
I’m saying it
is errant to try to find meaning in one’s life.
Look, instead, for what you love, as I, age seven, once loved a summer
night with fireflies and friends, and the little turtles. In some residual way, they remain the bedrock
love of my life. What is the bedrock
love of yours?
We, old
friends, are ninety years old and sitting around a campfire. The smoke floats into the night sky, but not up
to heaven: It’s curtailed by our world, the arc of our own time. We talk about the happy and sad things and
the people in our lives. But I propose
we also invoke the bedrocks – a summer lightning bug night, a first puppy,
puppy love at nine years old on vacation in the Poconos, square dancing in
third grade, the first feeling of goodness about people. The beginning in the end, the permanence, the
given meaning. I think here we’ve
captured the jewel beneath everything: the answer, that the universe joins.
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Comments are welcome, but I'd suggest you first read "Feeling-centered therapy" and "Ocean and boat" for a basic introduction to my kind of theory and therapy.