My mind is a variable thing.
I suppose everyone’s mind is. But at a certain point in my life, I wilfully took up the practice of observing myself, even to the point of observing my changing perceptions as they shift with the currents of my life. I have not been able to establish any greater stability by doing that, but at least I can watch myself wobble all over the place.
Right now I’m in a clarity phase. I’ve eliminated a lot of bad habits and stepped up some good ones, and the result has been to feel like I’m seeing a lot of things really clearly. It’s a treat.
Except for one thing: seeing life really clearly isn’t exactly cheery most of the time. To look squarely at things as I understand them is to look deep into a terrifying abyss. And that’s the trouble.
Based on the facts, there’s really only one way out of the human condition: to believe in something. If you believe in something, then it’s not the facts, but the story that matters. But the fact is, you can never prove that believing in something works – except by going ahead and believing in it.
The curse/blessing of the post-modern man is to have too many things to believe in, and too many reasons not to believe at all.