I have recently discovered that I have no answers. Perhaps more importantly I have found that my need for answers has lessened and that questions provide a means of deepening involvement with the riddles of the self and the world unfolding.
In a world of change can a single answer ever provide a lasting understanding? Once we hold solid to the fluid truth of a given moment we are immediately confronted with the suffering of a clinging hold to an illusive substance. No answer is lasting. And even questions must fall away to the silence after thought.
Having an answer to grasp is to cut ourselves off to the after that falls past every now. Can we differentiate an ending from a beginning? The beginning from the end? Once born…we shall die. Death is present from the start and a continuation is a promise only to an open mind. In our clear sky nature we may see forever in the mirror of the world. Boundaries belong to the limits of man.
If we search for clear lines in a world of continuity we will always look in vain. When did we cease being a child? When does a sapling become a tree? Is there a precise point of becoming?
Does it matter?
Perhaps just knowing that everything is ending and beginning, solid and fluid, flowing and ebbing in the now of every moment is enough to see us through another day.
It’s what we have after all.
Perhaps it’s all we need.