I couldn’t be more alone if I were the entire Universe.
One needs a lifetime to let that sink in.
And this: You come before your maker in humility. Satan argues with God. [Is it true that “Israel(ite)” means, translates as, one who does battle with the Deity (G_d)?]
And this: For every flower of love and charity he plants in his neighbor’s garden, a loathsome weed will disappear from his own, and so this garden of the gods – Humanity – shall blossom as a rose
It was Plotinus who said man’s existence and search for meaning and truth was the “flight of the alone to the alone”. This reminds me of a similar line from T.S. Eliot’s Little Gidding, “…the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”. So, to be a fully self realized person, it happens, requires a kind of mystical vision, is a mystical union.
The “One” of the ancient Greek Philosophers, of Plato, does not have existence in itself. Rather, it is that from which being emanates and though immanent in the Platonic Forms, necessarily has no separation and thus no being in itself. Being requires separation, requires temporality, requires dimensions. The One is eternal, not temporal, non-dimensional. And, it is not a noun, a thing, a person, a place. It is verbal. Realizing this requires the knower join with the known as knowing itself, again, in a kind of mystical union. [Its not a noun, its a verb.]
Tricky language. Language of poetry and philosophy are similar. They take the Soul to a precipice. You must make the leap….or not. Afterwards how you got to the jumping off place is irrelevant. All that matters is you took the risk.
Cold, lonely, indifferent. Void. Silence. The Alone. There’s “No Exit”. That is the dark side. Don’t give in to that aspect. Yet, according to Buddhism, realizing “enlightenment” is to achieve the profoundest Silence called Kaivalya or Kaivalyam. This “Silence” can’t be explained, must be “experienced” yet is beyond experience. To see an image of the Buddha sitting in meditation gives a hint at the procedure. Words are worthless, an impediment.
But, only when you realize you are already there do you arrive. Mystical union, indeed. The banks of the river widen as you approach the ocean and ultimately embrace that with which they merge. Life is that river. Physical form is like the receding banks, yielding life to its origin.
This type of contemplation is intended, necessary, for us to shed our dualistic nature. It is, of course, seen as nonsense by most. I get that, but the effect is a cessation of our natural tendency to want to grasp, to “own” Truth, Love. Truth is transfigured through Love and Beauty. By Liberation one can see right through Beauty and/or Love to the Real itself, to Truth.
I don’t think satori, enlightenment, salvation, nirvana (nibbana) actually lead to transcendence. The soul does not reach these after an actual journey. They are ours by Faith. Have Faith and “all these things will be added unto you”. For these are gifts, not attainments, for those who have found the path of Bhakti, Love of the Lord. It is our sacred duty to simply wait on the Lord.
It is the Flight of the Alone to the Alone.