What is the hardest truth you had to accept that made you stronger?

Einstein was right.

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”

If you push aside your ideas about who you are, how things should be, and why life is the way it is as if they were overgrown shrubs, there is space to step through and behold a whole lot of… well… nothing. Or everything. Depending on your current emotional/mental/physical frame of reference.

The noise of social conditioning not only drowns out our own true thoughts, but also the obvious unreality of “reality.”
The value in standing out there, naked and afraid, is the view it affords you of the jungle you left behind.
Knowing that it is:

1. separate from you
2. finite
3. only a push away from freedom

is a protective cloak against the needless drama of everyday events.

Knowing that it is:

1. separate from you
2. finite
3. only a push away from freedom

leaves you asking, “what the hell am I doing in there then?”

I’m still learning how to hold that much truth in my hands—let alone my heart. I guess that’s why artists, visionaries, and sages only point to it. It’s a slippery son of a gun.

After a decade of swimming in the literary, scientific, and religious works of pointers before me, here is what I came up with:
The point (pun intended ;) ) of alternately trudging and frolicking through the imaginary jungle is the same as it was when you played Explorers as a kid. It’s an opportunity to safely experiment with danger and different points of view, to create brand new worlds and fantastic ideas, and to add a spectrum of feelings to an otherwise typical afternoon.
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Then, before you know it, it’s time for dinner.