More Stories Of Aloneness.

Aloneness is the perfect circumstance for seeing you, in fact, are everything. A moment of despair seems to arise and the loneliness is crushing; "I can't do this life thing," you may think, full of fear of the pain of being alone, of friends and family dying, of your own personality being no more. But being alone, seemingly unable to bridge the chasm between me and thee, is the perfect parable of oneness. There must be dark for there to be light. There must be aloneness to see that all is one. Awakening doesn't mean I become you, and feel what you feel, and think what you think. It means that this is seen as the story, the division necessary for oneness to be existence. The feelings and thoughts, the brain processing the colour blue, or the way wind feels on a particular cheek; all of these singularly distinct things are oneness, playing at twoness. It is as it must be, and when it is seen that there is nothing that can be done about it, there is an opening up, a boundless freedom that underlies everything, that is everything; we are the light that makes it possible, all this exuberant expression of aliveness, which is nothing more than the mere fact that anything exists at all. The contraction of aloneness is the greatest clue that you are not alone. You are a story, a beautiful story, which can be enjoyed in limitless liberation, each apparent goal an exercise of joy unto itself, unburdened by the need to be anything more, or to provide any meaningful answers. We are all alone in our stories together.