Peace
“I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?”
― Charles Bukowski
To be at peace; to find peace; to be peace.
All very laudable but you’d first have to define what you mean by ‘peace’ before (I assume) describing the process for arriving at the promised land.
I assume, though, that it’s the ‘me’, ‘I’ or separate ‘self’ that covets said peace.
Trouble is, it lives in a dualistic world where you’d have to have an opposite to peace to know how to describe it.
Instead, absent the ‘me’, what then?
It’s a serious question.
It’s not something we can describe even with the lexicon that English offers. (I can’t speak for other languages but I suspect they may be similarly constrained.)
Let me put it another way. If there was no one involved in the game of chance apropos of peace or any other condition you think will be better than your highest state, how would you know how to describe things?
Chortleworthy, right!
However, step back from the invitation, and ask yourself:
a) what’s happening now?;
b) to or by whom?
There is (apparent) reading, seeing and sensing. But no one is doing it. It’s being done. Or to put it a less oblique way, there is life much like these (apparent) hands typing these (apparent) words through these (apparent) eyes. (Sorry to keep using the word ‘apparent’ but absent what we’ve been conditioned to believe, we’d have no way of describing any of it.)
I accept that even in these few words the functioning brain, or whatever you believe orders your life, would simply dismiss the notion that there is no-thing appearing as everything and it’s not my intention to be tendentious in suggesting that it never will accept that life is life but to no one, but there it is.
Take care.
Blessings,
Julian