JSR: How does one realize the absurdity of life? How do I realize that existence and I are one?

Ezekiel: When one merely realizes the absurdity of the present moment, everything will appear strange: nothing will seem like it really is what we call it. But when one goes back, and realizes the absurdity of life—that ultimate absurdity, the absurdity of birth, so that what we call even a "life" does not make any sense, one will truly see absurdity in everything. Really, birth does not make any sense. We become conscious, we exist—God knows how, and certainly we exist to no end—and then we place a particular object of that consciousness—birth—and say to ourselves, "Ah, this all makes sense, because I was once born." This is putting the cart before the horse—really birth is merely an object of consciousness, which we learn about in our lives and perhaps see an example of with our eyes, and birth is secondary to consciousness, it is one of its objects, not an explanation for consciousness itself. For if one questions the cause of consciousness, one necessarily questions the cause of birth; it is an object of consciousness after all. And thus we push it even further back, to sperm and eggs and those sorts of things—but the same thing applies to them. We can never know why we are conscious, what caused it or what purpose it has—all we know is existence exists, for it is the nature of existence to exist, though it has no reason for doing so; it is merely following its nature, though there is no purpose to that nature, or cause that began it. Everything outside of consciousness is darkness and void, something we can never know, though when we try to imagine what lies outside of our consciousness we only get a picture of complete void, with nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing that is conscious and complete nothingness. And yet this very void is what was before consciousness, and if anything caused consciousness at all, it was this. Thus, with such a purposeless beginning to consciousness, and such a senseless cause to everything, how can there be purpose in life, how can there be anything that would make one despair, as if one had anything to begin with that could be lost? Nothing can be lost at all—though if one perverts this wisdom and does all sorts of evil acts, one will go down to destruction in hell. But even in hell there is God and the one nature of everything, God is in everything there just as much as it is here and in the heavens—and were those suffering souls to realize it, they would weep no more; but their hearts are too wicked to know it, and their flesh is too tortured for them to sense it. There they are all tormented, and they say constantly, "Me, me, me," while the wise in the heavens say merely,

"Everything that is,

is the It that ever was;

even I am nothing but the It,

that is what it is around me,

in me, and through me,

in suffering and hell as much as in bliss and heaven.

How, then, am I to suffer?"

Though if you put this wise man in hell, unless he were the avatar himself, he would lose hold of the concentration it takes to bring about his wisdom, and go on suffering with the rest.