As far as I can tell, the trade comes with capitulation as in admitting that one has no clue where the Absolute is hidden and no further idea where else to search for it. Or perhaps just surrender. After all, the key is not in searching but in finding. There are folks who travel these "realms" their entire lives without realizing what they are looking at.

I vividly remember how I simply threw my arms in the air pretty frustrated (and it wasn't even the "era of my deepest dives", mind you), and the cosmic joke became apparent in an instant. I could not believe how blind/stupid/etc. I was for not seeing what was obvious and right in front of my nose. So to speak, as it was much, much closer than the nose. And only with hindsight, I realized that I "traveled" to the borders of perception long time ago, and yet, at that time, I remained oblivious to the existence / reality. It simply didn't "click" as I was still gung-ho on searching (I would say), and there was literally no way to logically infer / deduct what or where the absolute reality is simply from the experience itself.

Well, but from that point it was a "smooth sailing" toward finding the "rascal of me" and realize that that existence is I. I guess, you know what I mean ;)

But as I said, perhaps it’s all just in the simple acceptance that it is what it is. Which, however, is easier said than “done.” (I’d say that that is why external events —as in shit hitting the fan — can do wonders.)