rachMiel wrote:For those who live largely in their heads, reality (actuality, what is) can be a bitter pill to swallow
The reality actually is that a dominant characteristic of the species human beings is the experience of living in our heads, a virtual reality type realm which is a melting pot of the "real world" beyond our minds and our human imaginations. It is in this symbolic inner world that we hold the notion of "cultivating a taste for reality".
The statement "be here now" suggests not that we be, not that we accept the chronic very human reality of living in our heads, but that we become
something else, something bigger, better, more glamorous, new and improved etc.
In order to achieve this becoming, we discard now and introduce time. It is imagined that we will become this something else, something bigger, better, new and improved after we read more Tolle books, or study all the New Age literature, or follow a guru, or meditate, or analyze our thoughts, or transcend, or evolve, or see the light, or any of a thousand of other things. We chase all of these things not to embrace the reality of being human, but to escape it by diving deeper in to the dream.
We could look in the mirror and accept the reality of what we already are. We are ordinary. We are small. We are nothing special. We are kind of a mess. We have various problems. No matter what we have, we will always want something else. We experience joy, we experience suffering. We spend most of our short lives living in our heads. We are human.
We are human. Like every species ever created we are incredibly beautiful, and incredibly limited. There is no book we can read, no teacher we can follow, no method or tactic or understanding which can change the basic facts of our existence which were put in place a million years before we were born.
We are human. And because we are human, we will reject being human, and run off chasing something else. It is our very human way.
Some people have learned how to make a living by feeding our rejection of reality, of what actually is, of who we really are as humans. They have sold us a glorious dream of something wonderful perpetually just over the horizon, and we've embraced the dream as it allows us to eternally chase the inventions of our own little minds.
We are human. This is what we do. And because we are human, we will lie to ourselves about what we do. We do that too.
We are the playwright, the director, the actor and the audience, placing ourselves center stage in the spotlight of a comic circus soap opera which will be over in the blink of an eye, returning us to the eternity of silence from where we came.