The creation of meaning.

I’ve had various profound spiritual experiences.

There was this moment where I somehow dissolved and fully understood the dynamic perfection of the universe, while seeing everything as part of a giant, uniquely aligned, intelligent system.

There was the time when I realized that the consciousness I had been looking for all these long, painful years, that the illustrious awareness I read about so much, was already there, looking through my eyes.

Trying to find itself.

And then there were many more, smaller ones, pieces of an unknown puzzle falling in place, insights that cracked open old painful beliefs.

Many, many more.

I have no clue what it all means, and that’s one of the reasons why it’s so amazing to be a human:

We just CREATE meaning.

We tell stories, believe them, are influenced by them, feel depressed or victorious because of them.

They are as real and as valuable as we think they are, and that can totally change.

The thing that is extremely important today, can be utterly meaningless tomorrow.

And one of the most amazing things about all of this: