The Drifter. The homeless. Me: Looking for a new destination every day. And not knowing why to choose it. A destination without meaning. A future completely in the fog. „What will happen?! How will it continue?! Where will it take me? How… will it… – – end…?“
But is it not only on the drift, but always in the whole life like that? Doesn’t every day lead us – away from, beyond, the „meaningful“ activities we have imposed on it and planned for it – to an unknown destination? Is not life a drift? The whole life is a day. It is followed by the next one: death. A goal without sense? A future completely in the fog?
„What will happen?! How will it continue?! Where will it take me? How… will it… – – end…?“
The drifter has no structure of space and time that soothes his ego. He feels the meaninglessness of being in all its clarity. In every moment of his existence.
Others have plans about what to do when and where. Every day! They feel safe in what they feel as sense or in what was prescribed to them as sense. They cover with it superficially the cold clarity, so that they would not have to see it and then shudder,
as the drifter does every minute of his life,
if… yes, if… he does not look at something else: The sense beyond the days. The sense beyond space and time. The sense beyond plan and deed. Then he is safe in the warm light of the truth. Then the goal does not matter, because in this truth everything is in the sense.
– – – – –
And as I wrote this, my consciousness drifted from deepest material pain of separateness back into the knowledge of eternal meaning…. Thank you. Thank you for allowing me to experience both so clearly. Thank You, Divine Power.
And how did that happen? Oh, if only I knew! I would offer it to everyone! To the one who drowns in seemingly meaningful activity and to the one who freezes to death in the cold of apparent senselessness. If only I knew the way out of the cold into the warmth. I would give it to everyone.