Meaning. What makes me lose it?
When there is no longer a donor. No selfless one. Also not the nature. The one stripped of its position as nourisher.
The question of the future: Who will nourish me? Do I exist? Is there nothing left to keep me in love? Am I alone and without a future? Does nothing relate to me anymore? The pain of loneliness. This is the loss of meaning.
But if I still need a nourishing force other than the divine one, then I have nothing. Then I am already ashes. That is where the pain comes from. Deep inside, my consciousness knows that it is already ashes in this state. Where should the sense appear there?
The nourishment at the breast of Mother Nature. The one deprived of the gift. That is all the healing it would need. No matter for whom…