There is a Wall  --   everyone knows it is there  --   no one wants to face the fact.

From their earliest days everyone feels there is Something they want,
but cannot quite reach -- and not physically reach,
for it seems to be an inner Something:
a something kept from them by the Wall.
 

Ordinary men do not know what the Something is,
neither do they recognize the nature of the Wall;
all they are clearly aware of is that they have a longing for Something,
which at times feels quite close by, but remains always just out of reach.
When a child first asks: “Why?” --   he reveals his hunger for the Something,
and when the adult is forced to reply: “Just because” –
he reveals the presence of the Wall.
With most, the matter is soon smothered by the activities of
everyday life and constructively forgotten,
save for certain much watered down metaphorical rituals
whose original purpose is ignored.
 

The Something that all men desire, cannot name and cannot quite reach
is the inspiration behind all the arts, the social sciences,
and all forms of religious/spiritual activity;
the unspecified intention of all these endeavors is to breach the Wall.
Ordinary men employing such ordinary tools never breach the Wall;
some claim they have, pro formally fooling themselves and others
who want to believe that someone has  --   but ordinary men never do;
that is at the heart of being normal and ordinary:
not being able to break through the Wall and discover what the Something is
that everyone longs for.

      To actually get past the Wall is unnatural, unexpected, and un called for,
                            (ergo the teeny number who do so).
 
 

Men have given the Wall a multiple of various names;
some psychological in nature; some supernatural, others philosophical,
and to it they attribute a variety of active, restraining characteristics –
(repressed traumas; demonic forces; societal dictates),
and no matter how they try to resist,
the Wall ultimately becomes psychobabbley, anthropomorphicized.
 

Without ever comprehending the nature of the Wall,
life drives men to freely describe it;
they variously identify its origin in some misstep made by early man;
as the consequence of some curse placed on man by the gods;
as the result of untoward social behavior and bad psychological habits.
But as plainly evident: seven thousand years of such supra noted activity has accomplished nothing regarding the Wall and the obtainment of the Something,
(save for those who pretend otherwise),
and there are no indications of any sort that life disapproves of
how the matter stands;
from easy observation it seems clear that men are supposed to eternally long for
a Something that they can never quite reach,
and that it be protected by a Wall that that no one quite understands;
if this is not a set up most apt for producing constant change,
(the abiding name of the human game) --  what is?! --
and if any further evidence for this being man’s proper state is needed,
simply consider the fact that near a hundred per cent of them accept it as such.
(Now on to news only of interest to that fractional few not included.)
 

The Wall is in consciousness as is the Something that everyone longs for;
they are both natural to consciousness, but not intended to,
by the majority be understood,
(there is no proof that anyone is supposed to understand them,
all that can be validly said is that a few are allowed to).

The Something that all men long for, and the Wall that keeps them from it,
though both in man’s consciousness and no where else, are not commonly seen so,
indeed men’s minds are innately motivated to look for them every where but there;
and again, no error appears afoot --
human existence proceeds quite nicely under these conditions,
and men are not at all bothered by the fact that they never find the Something
or the Wall in the places they look.
(If life has a better place to hide things from man than in consciousness,
it has yet to reveal it.)
 

The first step for the few with the hunger to get-to-the-bottom-of-the-hunger
is to clearly realize  -- with no reservations or conditions,
(salon nom de plumies for: ignorance) --  that the Something they long for
is in their consciousness and no where else  --   and that:
the Wall that keeps them from the Something is likewise in their consciousness,
and no place else,
and once that is accomplished  --  (certainly no easy feat --
certainly not as simple as hearing it said and having your consciousness  tell you that it can accept it),
but once, via your own effort to see it, you do see unquestionably that the Something, even though you do not know exactly what it is, is in your own consciousness,
and that the Wall separating you from it is also right there in your own consciousness,
and the understanding ferments the length of time necessary for
your individual wine,   it will produce something extraordinary;
it will gradually build up  --   bubble up and one day –
push you through the Wall, and you will instantly realize what the Something is,
longed for in the essence of all men.
 

Everyone is imprisoned --  in life,
but a few can be free within their self in a manner completely unknown to
ordinary people.

                 No one who knows can give you a reason why you should do it,
                 but if you must do it  --  there is your reason  –  why not get to it.
 
 

No matter what name for it you may currently use,
what you are actually after exists no where in the universe but in
your own consciousness,
and no matter what your thoughts may presently say that the Something is --
the truth is that you and your thoughts have no idea what it is,
and no matter what you may have accepted as being the barrier between you
and the Something,
you do not understand at all what it is that keeps you from reaching it.

Understanding the above is the next step, and for all, the most difficult:
to suddenly in an instant see beyond doubt that you have truly never known what you were doing in the GreatSearch or had any solid notion of what it actually is about:
coming to face with this is like instantaneously losing
100 lbs of unseemly fat & tons of shackles you never realized were there.

The fat --  the shackles were your ignorance in believing that
you knew what the Something was, and understood the Wall that kept you from it.