If you were writing a story about your life, how would it start?
“Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly…”
“But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.
“Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”
“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.
“You must be,” said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
It seems that in this world where all knowledge can be accessed by a few keystrokes, many of us are no longer required to make decisions requiring a leap of faith. There is no more mystery as everything is knowable. That cute song you remember from high school? Just type in the few bits of lyric that you can dredge from memory and voila: song, artist, analysis, everything comes up! The process of trying to remember, of rehashing old memories has been supplanted by the authority of Google and Wikipedia.
In a world such as this, is there anything that has been left shrouded in mystery? Is there anything that has been left that is discoverable? Perhaps that is the allure of all these calls to mindfulness or meditation. We go inwards as there is nowhere left to go outwards.
What I am advocating here is a sense of curiosity and a little rebellion to follow the white rabbit, without knowing how deep the rabbit hole goes. Don’t google all the scenarios. Just jump!