We are born – we exist – …and we go again. This way seems to us colossally senseless. Why does this happen? What does it mean? Doesn’t there have to be a great plan? A great significant meaning – for each of us???!!!
„It appears to us colossally senseless“ means: „It appears to our mind colossally senseless.“ Its limitation to the five material senses, its existence exclusively in space and time, in the causality of cause and effect (Surely there must be a cause for our life!) makes the one who allows only the mind as an advisor doubt the meaning of his life. He has only one possibility, to bow to the unimaginative whisperings of his mind and to look for his sense in things. To do something meaningful. To give meaning to his life. To experience meaning through action.
Now the greatest destroyer of meaning, the final and ultimate extinguisher of all earthly meaning, is death. Because: What is the meaning of everything, if I will die after a certain life span? One can pedal as one wants and carefully model a meaningful life for oneself – with what the mind currently considers meaningful – and then death stands at the bedside with its eternal truth and it is over. And nothing remains but ashes. – So it seems.
Thus, the mind and the badly shaken human being have no choice but to negate death in his thinking in order to make an earthly finding of meaning at all approximately possible. He does not exist. We simply do not think of him. No, no, no! I don’t want to hear about it! I don’t want to think about it! Or we try to defeat it. Through caution, exercise, diet and scientific research. As if he were an enemy. But he is an enemy only from the purely material point of view.
If we perceive with our soul sense, we recognize the sense of the world. We recognize it in a form that cannot be said. The cause of the world is beyond the causal ideas of our mind and beyond the possibilities of our language. The sense is not „because“ – The sense is by being. It is eternal and infinite. When one recognizes this sense, then death is no longer an enemy. Then he is a great transducer and transformer. It destroys nothing. It lets everything remain in its cycle. It separates thing and soul, just as life has joined soul and matter. Death belongs to us. And if we distance ourselves from the mind’s assertion that we are an individual separate from everything – an ego defined by thing existence and its separateness – then death for us is like breathing. A part of the natural cycle. He is a friend who makes us return home. It is a necessity. It is like breathing. And so we experience the true meaning in every breath.