My ego/mind has a lot of questions: Who am I? What am I? Where did I come from? Why am I here? Where is here? Where am I going? It wants answers. It wants answers to the so called perennial questions that humans have been asking down through the ages. It occurred to me the other day – after reading Plato and the guys for awhile – we are no closer to answers all these years later than they were. And, yet, we keep asking. I wonder if it isn’t the perennial search or journey? Maybe Joseph Campbell’s Heroine/Hero’s journey?
It seems the answers lie beyond what my mind in its current evolutionary state can comprehend. I’ve talked to a lot of people who have the feeling that something really important is just beyond them in some way they can’t explain. It’s as though the Mists of Avalon are clearing and yet still obscuring. I wonder if Socrates, Plato and Aristotle felt the same way?
Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj says it’s enough to know what I’m not. Interesting idea. His approach helps us let go of roles we play, masks we wear – helps us get a little closer to the reality of this soul in this lifetime.
The part of me that was, is and always will be must not have any questions, must know all the answers – or just not care? Maybe that part of me exists in a place where there are no questions and answers? I wonder why my ego cares so much? Fear of death – of the unknown?