We are royalty - Dig It

 We are rejected on all sides, but still we press on. There is no tomorrow and no yesterday. Everything is as it was when nothing had ever happened. We inhabit perfect stillness. People come and people go. Such is the nature of life and reality. We do not build our nest for the sake of building a nest. We do what is in keeping with our conscience. If we are told we are wrong, we must diligently ask why, but never lose sleep over the question. There is no harm in being wrong if it was not our intention. The feelings we have are from a long line of events that precede our being. They pass through us like the wind through the grassy knolls that we can hardly begin to understand. All that is not simple is not worthy of cognizance. All that has gripped our attention in the past in troubling ways is like the hook of someone else's intention that intends to sway us without God's permission. All that has does not offer us repose is not responsive to our needs. We are therefore not responsible for it. Our needs are simple. They demand nothing of the other. Needs come and go. The lack of need is the only constant. The hungry bird eats. The lonely bear finds a mate or dies. There is no straining beyond what is needed to survive. If survival is out of the question then we must accept our death graciously. If death cannot come easily then we must accept that too. Hollow is the pursuit of importance. Hollow is the pursuit of approval. Hollow is the need for understanding. Being understood is even up for definition. There is no need to explain oneself, because each definition of what is said to be understood comprises things that are left unknown beneath it, and so one goes on defining things until the pressure of the water abve is too great to find the underlying substance below it. The sea of understanding only looks valid or invalid on the surface. The surface is temporal and social. The surface does not like a current that upwells the things down below. These things are the stuff of a more final reality. The temporal and the social does not fit well with such things. The more real, the more unlikeable. The more that is understood, the more frightening and repulsive life becomes. There are things down below that do not occasion healthy minds. Therefore let the sea be the sea. Simply float upon its surface, but do not accept the surface as your master or your feelings as the final arbiter of what is to be. Fashion your boat according to the tempests of hell but give what is due to heaven and it shall save you from the things that are to come. All troubles arise from an upwelling of things that we only partially understand.  And these are many. Also, the more we understand, the less we are able to deal with life. The more we deal with life, the more capable we become at dealing with life, but the more confident we become in our faults too. Therefore there is something noble in giving into the wisdom of the ancients, who understood such paradoxes as these.