What is ‘enlightenment’?
It’s a question many ponder, but few seem to know the answer to.
Is it like the ‘love’ that children ask about… you know, “How do you know when you’re in love?” Then it happens and you just know.
Has enlightenment got anything to do with realising you’re an actor in a play?
Waking up from a dream you didn’t know you were having?
Finding yourself in a fiasco?
Playing your part?
I mean… experiencing it… not just reading about it.
And what you see is grotesque.
And everyone’s wearing costumes.
And speaking from scripts they didn’t write.
And so are you.
It all seems so silly.
But they’re all taking it so seriously.
And the more serious ones are the cruellest.
You don’t know whether to laugh at them or shoot them.
And you ask yourself: “How did I get here?”
“How did I arrive, without noticing, in the midst of a maelstrom of lunatics acting out a melodramatic tragicomedic farce?”
And you know the only way to survive is to keep the mask on and feign madness so they don’t find you out.
Oh, sorry… my mistake… feign sanity.
image © Gordon Napier