In Which the False Falls Away

It's interesting that the "real" world values us based on our abilities to appear as unreal as possible.  We are most valued when we are tireless, errorless, emotionless, changeless.  In the "real" world, we are most valued when we are mechanical, when we appear to be not alive.

So we put on fake faces to interact with one another, to appear "professional," to appear to be that which others deem valuable so we can "earn a living."

And every bit of it is built on lies. The "real" world is the most artificial thing there is.

So why bother with it? 

I don't think I'm really all that depressed at all.  I think I've been in between worlds and haven't found my way in any of them.  I'm so tired of doing things that I don't care at all about.  Aren't you?

It's not that nothing matters; it's that none of -this- matters.  There are plenty of other things that do, and that's where I'll be.

The Inexpressible One

Mystics from various traditions describe the same ultimate "source" in much of the same concepts. This example is from the Secret Book of John, but reads like the Dao de Jing, descriptions of the idea of Brahman, or a Buddhist teaching on rigpa.

The Inexpressible One

The One rules all. Nothing has authority over it. 
            It is the God. 
            It is Father of everything, 
                        Holy One
                        The invisible one over everything.
It is uncontaminated
            Pure light no eye can bear to look within.

The One is the Invisible Spirit.
            It is not right to think of it as a God or as like God.
            It is more than just God.

Nothing is above it.
Nothing rules it. 
            Since everything exists within it
                        It does not exist within anything.
            Since it is not dependent on anything
                        It is eternal.

It is absolutely complete and so needs nothing.
It is utterly perfect
Light.

The One is without boundaries
            Nothing exists outside of it to border it
The One cannot be investigated
            Nothing exists apart from it to investigate it
The One cannot be measured
            Nothing exists external to it to measure it

The One cannot be seen
            For no one can envision it
The One is eternal
            For it exists forever
The One is inconceivable 
            For no one can comprehend it
The One is indescribable
            For no one can put any words to it.

The One is infinite light
            Purity
            Holiness
            Stainless,

The One is incomprehensible
            Perfectly free from corruption.
Not “perfect”
Not “blessed”
Not “divine”
But superior to such concepts.
            Neither physical nor unphysical
            Neither immense nor infinitesimal
            It is impossible to specify in quantity or quality
                        For it is beyond knowledge.

The One is not a being among other beings  
            It is vastly superior
                        But it is not “superior.”

It is outside of realms of being and time
            For whatever is within realms of being was created
            And whatever is within time had time allotted to it
The One receives nothing from anything.
            It simply apprehends itself in its own perfect light

The One is majestic. 
            The One is measureless majesty

Chief of all Realms 
            Producing all realms

Light
            Producing light

Life
            Producing life

Blessedness
            Producing blessedness

Knowledge
            Producing knowledge

Good
            Producing goodness

Mercy
            Producing mercy

Generous
            Producing generosity

            [It does not “possess” these things.]

It gives forth light beyond measure, beyond comprehension.

[What can I say?]

His realm is eternal, peaceful, silent, resting, before everything.
He is the head of every realm sustaining each of them through goodness.