After the Fact
As many have observed, enlightenment is the most undramatic and mundane event. No miracles, no magic, no fanfares or heavenly choirs. Not even ecstasy or elation. Just a surprising snapping of nonexistent cosmic fingers. Almost disappointing. “This is it? That’s all?” people ask with rising bemusement when the cosmic joke starts to sink in as it becomes obvious that the joke is on them.
After all, at this point, people see clearly that it was them who refused the truth that was always looked at. It was them who rejected reality and explained it away by a convoluted story of a hidden mystery that was never there in the first place. They know themselves. They dropped everything. All their defenses. They took off the armor of explanations and stand naked in the thick of the unknown.
A polite impostor will feel offended. For an authentic asshole they will also seem like an easy game. And sure as hell, the asshole may manage to take advantage and a solid bite off of them. Rest assured, however, it will be a bite laced with infinity — the ultimate poison to ignorance. Exactly as the offense felt by the hypocrite that will eventually burn a hole through and crack hypocrite’s pride one way or another.
Unveiled in the midst of it, reality responds and unveils itself too. Every time enlightened people see, they see reality. When they touch, they touch it. They literally breathe reality. They are it. And most importantly, they know and are aware that all of that is, indeed, the very case and so. They are aware that that knowledge is also the whole and only difference. Nothing acquired because the loss was the only gain.
That’s the foundational stone of their love and ensuing sense of responsibility.
It’s kind of satisfying to see the worm of ignorance wriggle in agony. It’s pretty fascinating to observe how it invents new excuses to exist as it goes. A slight issue is that the host always identifies with that worm. Therefore, if one feels like torture the sucker a bit to make it leave, one will aim with utmost care to hit the parasite, not the host. And, while the house is full of garbage, one will feel like it.
You know, because of love, responsibility, and stuff.
So, why care about past, future, or infinite eternity (not that they don’t matter), when it’s now that the worm spoils the Earth? And it does not seem like it plans to leave of its own volition anytime soon. Do you still need an enemy? Well, worm is the way to go. No one and nothing else makes real sense as an enemy. And sooner or later everyone realizes either way that it’s just worm doing worm things. Nonetheless, still a worm.
And for those who still don’t get it, you can’t remove the worm by killing the host as it defeats the purpose and creates more food for worms, but, unless you are an existential masochist (which I very seriously doubt assuming I’m talking to human beings and their tools), you also don’t let the worm to run the show.
So yeah, that’s pretty much where we are.
IYKYK (what I’m talking about).
