TRUTH OF IT

The truth is that we are on a rock hurtling blindly through space, a rock containing, by a fluke, life forms.  The biggest fluke is that one of these life forms is aware of itself, we humans.  

We are aware, for example, that we will die one day, which other life forms do not know about themselves.

Life on this rock has no purpose beyond perpetuating itself.  We are in denial about our life on this rock.  We understand it intellectually, but cannot grasp the reality of it, entirely.

When we look at the stars at night we do not know what truly it is we are looking at, otherwise we would be screaming in terror in the streets.  

We have, at the same time, a false sense of security about it, much as we have when we climb into a jet plane, believing that we are as safe in it as we are walking around outside it.  

The same with driving a plastic box, that we call a car, at 70 miles an hour.  It is insane. 

Buddhists see through the illusion, see past the smoke and mirrors.  They have awakened from the trance we are in, into reality.