For understanding and a sense of reality. To understand what the heck is going on and navigate through it.One more thing. Why do you want enlightenment? Are you running from this life? What do you think that would give you?
So, the story goes that the wizard did it. The presents are delivered by him. A story told to the kid by parents, for morale or amusement, and never questioned.Or Santa ... you believe in him because you receive presents for Christmas. And everybody tells you it exists. Then all of a sudden you see it's just a belief.
You can spend a lot of time looking for Santa, stalking at the winter night, going to Finland to find a fake-bearded actor, invoke quantum physics to explain the story, and so on. Look everywhere, find nothing, keep looking.
Instead, think about where the presents are coming from. Look for that, don't try to confirm the story, challenge the story. And catch your father red-handed.
A man is wired to think as himself, i look from my point of view. How else can it be.
Noone is watching the cartesian theater. The figures just play the thinking, and the spectator is yet another actor on the scene. A whirlwind of life.
There is an experience of a choice, whether there is a choice or not. The sum of memories and perception culminating into an action. From that point of view, a choice was made. Past turned into future, another step is made, but now there is a memory of what was before. Now i know that before i didn't knew, but before i didn't knew that i didn't knew. Only after does the thinking starts. Why? Because of a choice. Choice have a chooser - who? Me. And these thoughts gain weight.
There is no me, the special entity of which the body is an avatar, only a story the thoughts are weaved into to match the experience.
Is that just it?
What the heck with all the doorstopper books and a thousand stories?
