People have been missing the point forever. Thinking they/we are the point, and that everything here is for our benefit and enjoyment-- to "fill the earth and subdue it," party hardy and pass a good time. We plop out of the womb figuring the angles, calculating our chances, contriving, conning scheming, planning... always with an agenda in hand and an angle in mind. God can't get us out of his mind. His day revolves around us, who is in and who is out, keeping score, writing everything down in the Book of Life (So he won't forget?). We are the point. And, thinking that, we miss the point. How much silence can you take before you have to find something to relieve your boredom, which is concealing something much worse: Realization. In the silence, we catch the scent of emptiness stirring in the darkness, and must lose ourselves in the noise of our lives to avoid the truth of nothing. We are afraid there is nothing there. That comes with missing the point. And that gets us to where we are: Needing to face the truth of nothing to it, of the Void and the Abyss, in order to find our way to "the still point of the turning world" (T.S. Eliot). And know the Other within whom we do not know (Carl Jung), and discover our place as the Moved to the Mover, the Seeker to the Knower, and begin again, this time in right relationship with the Heart of Life and Being.
"Live with sincerity, in the service of your original nature, and follow your heart." This old adage from the Age of the Taoists sounds helpful until it is read in light of those stating: "We grow up against our will." "The last leave-taking is leaving ourselves for ourselves." "If you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him." "That which you seek lies far back in the darkest corner of the cave you most don't want to enter." "It took the Cyclops to bring the hero out in Ulysses." "The only thing standing between us and the treasure we seek is us." "The people who don't take the time to appreciate, honor, and dance with the contradictions aren't worth talking to." "The slippery slope, the dangerous path, the razor's edge require us to pick up our cross daily, dying to ourselves again and again, and bearing the pain of the journey joyfully all the way to the end of the line." And the ultimate contrary of them all: "The Path that is discernible is not a reliable Path." It is called The Hero's Journey for a reason. Realization comes with a price, paid only by those who can laugh shout "YEA!" and participate wholeheartedly in the wonder of it all, seeing the incongruities and dichotomies, as antiphonies-- and joining in round after round, all their life long.