The Gods Will Have Fulfill'd Their Secret Purposes.

In many circles, mental health circles especially, there is an emphasis, an observation, that part of the human condition is a need for meaning. It would seem the legacy of our self-consciousness; the by-product of our dubious advantage of knowing that one day, we will die. An individual, alone, will either consciously construct a belief system and employ certain actions to achieve certain goals, or will, with less self-awareness, be caught up in the flow of life with less personal responsibility exercised. This is but a grand generalisation of the story of humanity, of two possibilities often manifested. Perhaps meaning is less important if there is no one, not no ego, not no "self", but no one. Perhaps meaning is intrinsic to whatever the manifestation happens to be; perhaps life is its own purpose. Perhaps if no one is willfully constructing a map for living life, life is lived. Perhaps it is best to trust life, to have faith that whatever happens is what must happen, and that no one, however wise, can ever predict the portents of any occurance; perhaps, more deeply, there is no one who has to have faith and trust. This message is about no one. This message is deeply unpopular, and offers no hope to the individual. There is no one here that will advise to love deeply, to engage utterly, to discern, somehow, one's true purpose, and to busy oneself pursuing that purpose to its fruition. There is no one who can self-inquire, although self-inquiry may arise; there is no one who can love well and truly and deeply, with the help of other apparent individuals, at last conclude that love is the answer, love is the question, love is the way; although loving others may arise, with a feeling of fulfillment and bliss, and an unquestioning certainty that this deep love and the actions it suggests are the absolute purpose. There is no purpose needed, other than the existence of anything at all, and the utter wonder in that.