Philosophy as a Mirror

I just finished reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It was a long read for me. I took several breaks and lost interest a few times. It was heavy and a lot of it was hard for me to grasp. Just when I got bored or lost, I would inevitably come to a part that was beautiful and important, which reinvigorated my interest in completing it. I am so glad I did. A brief synopsis is that it is about a man who was driven to madness by the pursuit of his intellectual questions. I felt personally attacked. lol! I have struggled the past few years with the state of existence and reality and my place in the grand scheme of things. Very similar to the narrator's struggles with defining quality and meaning. I have been studying the Gene Keys system for several years now. My brand in Gene Keys is Gate 63. I am on a continuous search for Truth. I am constantly asking questions. From the Gene Keys book, "You have consistent energy to allow the pressure of doubt to question something, with the intention of making it better. You see distorted energy as an opportunity for truth. Your gift is, when you sense an inconsistency or weakness in existing patterns, you allow the pressure of doubt to question if how it has always been is how it always has to be. It is because of the right questions you ask that further clarity and new patterns can formulate." The warning here is that my mind and my quest for answers and my need to make sense of everything will either make me fucking insane or fuel my prosperity. The choice is mine. The key is knowing that life is a divine mystery to be experienced and lived....not solved. To enjoy the journey and have fun with the questions. To use my gifts to cause others to doubt the status quo and ask questions and seek and find their own truth. Not the false "truth" we have all adopted from our familial, cultural, and religious programming. An excerpt from the book, "We take a handful of sand from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand our world." What a shame. I encourage you to open up your hand and let those grains of sand sift through your fingers. Thank them and release them. Consecrate them back to where they came from. They were never yours to begin with. Pick up a new handful and play and build something new. Something beautiful. And when you are finished, declare it good and pick up another handful. Do it again and again. We are not static. We are here to learn and grow and evolve and create and love and build and destroy. We have the power to work with the energy that creates worlds. We are currently living in the world and reality that we built for ourselves. When we learn to master that energy and create consciously....that is where the magic is.