In the existential crises one understands the dimensions of one’s existence in the scheme of things: one is a microbe on a meaningless rock which circles an unremarkable star in a medium sized galaxy, not in any way special from the billions of others galaxies. Why then, I give so much importance to my own life? Such a vain thing to search for purpose in my life when my life is incomprehensably insignificant. An ant has a more significant life at a globe scale than I do at a universe scale.

We think in this way because we identify our life with our biological functioning. Look inside and you will find the fundamental laws of the universe. You need no-one to point you the way, you simply have to meditate on it. How is it that, through deep concentration and unexplainable intuition geniuses can find the fundamental laws that govern the universe? It is consciousness itself which is composed of the same matter as the universe. Your representation as matter is incredibly limited, but your soul contains a universe in itself.

These things cannot be demonstrated, and though all spiritual paths contain essences of it, they are not taught, because they are not understood unless one has embarked and seen things through his own eyes. What justice should I do describing foreign lands, when they are one sitting session away? These things ought to be explored by each one of us.

A deep skeptic mind is necessary indeed. But openness too.

A psychology professor once mentioned something that seems a profound truth: when we find a song that says exactly what we feel, it is not that the author has put our experience into words, it is that we really didn’t know what we felt until we heard the song and anchored it in language. In this way, your own exploration is sacred, and you shouldn’t delve too much into spiritual literature, but attempt to work it out yourself. If you could experience romantic love for the first time without the bondage of experience, how would you honor it? This is a chance to fall in love for the first time with the divine. Honor it.

Follow the signs that life puts in front of you. You continually sabotage meaning in your life. Begin with things that are small, see what happens. Some symbols are dead-ends, others open up new doors. Some doors are not interesting at all. But the exploration itself is what brings practical meaning. Soon enough life becomes inundated. You continually satisfy your own self-narrative of a meaningless life. It doesn’t have to be this way.