A True Sensation of Life

Human beings are not concentrated enough within the sensation of their being.

The longer one is rooted in being and sensation, the more one begins to see that humanity races about in every direction because it’s drawn outward into things that are not of the soul and of Being. Almost everything we have constructed in our societies misses the point of why we are on this planet and what we are supposed to live for.

I suppose this would give a person a terrible shock if they truly saw this from within in the deepest possible manner, because it would indicate quite clearly that everything we do that we think has meaning is in many ways completely meaningless relative to our exact and ultimate purpose here on this planet.

Of course there is not one single exact and ultimate purpose; but then again, in a certain sense there is. One can only understand it by assembling its many parts, and this only takes place by gathering being around the pole of sensation and creating a magnetism that keeps Being intact in the face of the outside world. Forming a center of gravity that draws impressions down into Being much more deeply than they usually go.

Even once one forms such a part within one’s Self, it takes many years to collect the fragments of Being and life—which have been artificially separated for most of one’s lifetime—into a more concise whole.

One which has the ability to perceive life, not as I wish it to be, but as it actually is.