Man does not just fall.

He lives his entire life falling.

Rare is the one who finds the Moment.

For once he does,

it is not that he is able to "stay"

but begins a climb unimaginable by others.

He becomes a God.

This begs the question...

Why do others mistake their state of falling

into the abyss of their lives

for something the completely opposite

- stability, progress, or "that is life"?

Or put another way...

Why do others not truly strive for the Moment?

The number of such questions that can be put forward,

are endless.

The ways in which such questions can be answered,

are many.

The Truth behind ALL answers is one and one alone -

It is their Mind.

You see the Mind is like a massive forest.

A forest harboring venomous insects and spiders,

predators, mazes, grooves where snakes hide,

randomly occurring areas of quicksand,

and big and tall trees that block clear sight even during a fine day.

And man,

spends his entire life living on ONE SIDE of this forest.

This side has a river, enough fertile land,

beasts that he can domesticate,

and other basic needs

to "live a life".

On this side, he builds his own house.

A house which he then finds comfort in.

The comfort that keeps him glued to that side.

And even if by some random happenstance,

this house of his catches fire or he himself

burns it down after being doused in some hysteria,

he never considers leveraging the opportunity

to journey into the vast forest or explore the other side.

For he is not sure what awaits him on the other side.

He is terrified of the notion

that the forest might swallow him,

one of the many mazes will trap or torture him,

or that there may not be an "other side" at all!

What if he gets lost in the forest?

And after all, this side has never failed him.

It has always nourished him.

The land has never once been unfertile.

And the weather has been mostly pleasant,

with harshness once in a while,

which at worst, has been livable.

All these conundrums,

cajole him into busying himself with re-building his house

time and again.

All these thoughts and ideas about the other side,

and the journey through the forest,

cement his belief that

HIS SIDE

is THE SIDE to be on.

Every time he successfully rebuilds his house,

he is provided with a feeling that he recognizes as progress.

After every harvest season,

or on finding a new beast to domesticate,

he is reminded, how good it feels to be stable.

This ever-lasting and ever-renewing stability and progress

comforts him with a belief of some perennial ascend,

as he looks back at the days that have passed,

or the ones that are yet to come.

This life that he lives on his side of the forest

becomes the very reason for him to never question the reality...

that which he takes for his ascend,

IS his falling.

The falling,

that prevents him from journeying into the forest.

The falling,

that prevents him from ever RISING.

Thank you.