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In the search for ultimate meaning(assuming one hasn’t short-circuited the journey by adopting someone else’s conclusions), we eventually run into paradoxes. I am talking about loads and loads of paradoxes. The rookie mistake is trying to resolve them. And the impulse to tie everything up in a neat bow is what strands many of us on the roadside of what is, in truth, an endless unfolding of experience with, to and in the Divine.
In my experience, the first and possibly most disorienting paradox is this: in seeking the Divine, one finds oneself; and in finding oneself, one finds only the Divine. This paradox is swiftly followed by yet another: there is no true self to speak of at all. Only the true Self, the Divine, is. The mind, eager as always to grasp, asks, “Okay, but what do I do with this?” as if any of these paradoxes are a riddle to be solved.
By Seye KuyinuIn the search for ultimate meaning(assuming one hasn’t short-circuited the journey by adopting someone else’s conclusions), we eventually run into paradoxes. I am talking about loads and loads of paradoxes. The rookie mistake is trying to resolve them. And the impulse to tie everything up in a neat bow is what strands many of us on the roadside of what is, in truth, an endless unfolding of experience with, to and in the Divine.
In my experience, the first and possibly most disorienting paradox is this: in seeking the Divine, one finds oneself; and in finding oneself, one finds only the Divine. This paradox is swiftly followed by yet another: there is no true self to speak of at all. Only the true Self, the Divine, is. The mind, eager as always to grasp, asks, “Okay, but what do I do with this?” as if any of these paradoxes are a riddle to be solved.