These inner adventurers discovered and continue to discover the non interpretative reality of the everyday life around them.  For his external efforts, Francis Drake was knighted; 
for their internal ones, the few are awakened. 
 
 

There is this big ball of stuff. 
It started out small. 
But with each man’s contribution it has become almost as large as life itself. 
You cannot see it or touch it, but it is now nearly as significant to being alive as is breathing and eating. 
 
 

(Here’s the waiter, shall we order coffee?) 

That special inner exploration to which I refer makes those of the physical planet pale sadly in comparison in that this orb on which we stand is of finite dimensions whereas man’s mental world is the only thing in the entire universe, (including apparently, the universe itself), that has no boundaries. 
Such a situation would at first blush seem to offer unlimited possibilities of discovery -- 
--  except for one always ignored fact: 
there is nothing in the mind to BE discovered 
until someone’s mind first makes something up 
to go therein. 
Man could not now be exploring, "the uncanny similarities in all religions" until his mind first made up the idea of religion, and a trillion other such examples. 

In trying to sail away from the old familiar world into a new one of Enlightenment & Superior Understanding 
an adventurer is faced with conditions found no where else on the planet. 
He moves forward into an area that was not there a moment ago; 
it did not exist until his thoughts pushed aside the bushes of the thoughts he had just had and peered between the branches into the new territory his thoughts have now just created. 

It is like a ship poised at the actual edge of the Earth, 
but which is able to sail forever on by its ability to constantly create new seas  just in time, 
right in front of its bow. 

The mind lays its own tracks in advance of itself. 
   All it can ever discover, "up ahead" 
   are things it itself has already put there. 

    There is one, little known, but staggering exception to this.  

                (Why not get us some fresh juice while I step to the loo.)
 
 

There is this really fast ride, 
but if you ever want to see what life is flatly about 
you should not get on the ride  --    but  -- 
part of what life is about is 
riding the ride. 
 
 

               (Umm, passion fruit with orange juice.)
 

There is but one exception to the preordained, constrictive mental discoveries ordinarily available to men whereby their thoughts only travel on roads that human thoughts have previously laid down, 
and only find facts that thoughts have already made up, 
and that neural singularity is in the realization of 
what I just described. 
 
 
 

"Waking up" is not the discovery of some new reality, 
it is waking up to the reality of what "being asleep" is. 

  "Enlightenment" does not bring you new knowledge, 
    it makes you realize what knowledge really is. 

       Achieving, "Liberation" does not make you superhuman, 
       it makes you explicitly aware of what being human is. 
 
 
 
 

Be really still & quiet for just a moment, and look out there at the sight of a boundless sea, 
stretching out as far as the eye can see, 
while remembering that the waters do not extend infinitely, but eventually run into land, 
and that it is the non literal inner sight of your thoughts that can make you see it as boundless. 

Such is the obvious ability of thought. 
But not so obvious or acknowledged is that the realm inhabited by thought also appears to itself as limitless, 
but because of the fact that that world has no native inhabitants; no fauna, no flora; no gods, no demons; no truth, no error. 
It is a naturally empty land of nothing – 
it is the land in which 
the dreamers live. 
 
 

Look again at the apparent boundless expanse of the ocean while considering this: 
  there are two ways of looking at everything; 
   from the left side, 
   and from the right, 
   but only one of the two views is profitable. 
 

Oh, when in the restroom I saw this graffiti on the wall: 
"What to do?  --    Being pissed will keep you asleep, 
 but being asleep keeps you pissed." 
 

Garcon, the check, por favor. 

.........("What to do?" indeed -- 
             come on, face it, 
             there are times when you are almost forced to face the fact that 
             you probably know quite well already --  What to do. 

              Come on --  face up to it, and dive on in. 

                   There's nothing like it if you have the taste for it.) 

                              Jan
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

At unexpected times one man would suddenly slap his hands to both sides of his head and exclaim:
"Thank God for me!
If it wasn’t for me I don’t know WHAT I’d do!"


Okay, here is today’s version of:
"All You Really Need To Know To Finally Complete This
’Round The World Journey."

Read the following sentence carefully and thoughtfully:
"The truth that can be expressed in words is not the eternal truth."
Does it not strike you as undoubtedly true?!
 

Now read it again as you naturally savor its wisdom,
then answer this:

The truth that you consider it presents 
regarding the ultimate impotency of words,
it conveyed to you how?

Look dead-on at who pronounced this profundity,
and also at who heard it as profundity.

Simply recognize who the "who" is, and stop arguing about it, 
and that’s all you really need to know to break free.