Musings of a Would-Be Madman

All of us, no matter if we are blind to the fact or not, are bound to a singular objective which determines our joys, our sadnesses, our ailments, and our triumphs. Some might question whether they ever made the choice as to what this objective might be and whether it is in fact accomplishable or quixotic, meaningful or meaningless in the face of eternity. This objective, in fact, is actually subjective in nature, even in the cases where one does not recognize what that objective is. As individuals, we exist in two worlds. It is only when the aforementioned objective is actually reached (and it is very often reached) do these worlds merge. If this objective is the Truth, then it can never be recognized as existing in reality. It indeed does exist in reality, as all things do. Only, we cannot recognize this fact once it is realized because it is impossible to see both within and without at the same time. In a sense, we become this Truth. We live it. The question is, why, once we have stopped living it, do we feel such shame and reservation? Because we recognize that the Truth is not us. We are not the Truth. We are something alien, just as alien as the world that we cannot see. And the harder we strive for it, the less we achieve it. It is as if we were all blind, bumping into one another, searching for the space to stand still and breathe. We are perhaps all of us hermits within our own souls, convinced that our solitude is preparing us for a great reunion that will transform all of existence.