I sit here a man with something to say; but what? This is the question. What am I doing here? What is being alive? One thing I hope is true; it’s not serious. I keep saying that to myself. Yet not acting accordingly. Some people say it’s all play - one God jousting with another. Now is that what I have to say?
“It’s not serious. Go easy and play the game. Be sad when sadness comes and happy when happiness comes. Nothing is essential. It’s all good. And if it’s bad it’s all good, too. To even people lost amidst a sea of darkness and squalor, I say rejoice! You’ve really got something; raw, throbbing, primordial Being! In Zen, or even Buddhism at large, they say emptiness is the essence of our existence. And I think, perhaps it’s true, or not true, or both, or neither. Maybe we’re just emptiness surrounded by flesh so as to illicit the illusion of having an individual experience of Being. Maybe our essential nature is nothingness, void. Have you ever looked at a waterfall and thought about how it is perfectly itself, yet ever changing? It does not fret when the water stops flowing; it simply stops being a waterfall. Dry cracked rocks baking in the sun, perfectly content, perfectly authentic. When rain falls, without thought or effort, the stream flows once again and the waterfall reappears; perfectly content, perfectly authentic. Perhaps we’re all just droplets falling down a waterfall. Do those droplets know of the river they are in? Do they know of the ocean? Do they even know about the waterfall? No. They just exist; perfectly content, perfectly authentic. Present. Everything else is just fluff. It’s all a game. Time to start playing.”
Well, that’s a start.
