There's Nothing Going On
Nothing at all is going on. Sometimes life forces you to realise the truth in an abrupt, and even frightening way; at other times, a slow unveiling takes place, to break the news slowly, gently...
It's not really that important. Didn't you ever realize? Nothing is really going on. It's all made up!
Life, literature, film, music, art, relationships, religion... is endlessly full of people doing stuff. Destinations need certain actions, and all manner of activities are triggered on these notions: to make a point, to be heard, to be seen, to be a part of, to feel connection, to be content, to be saved... to be loved?
The ego thrives on things that are terribly important and that need to be achieved, it loves drama. Drama sustains it.
There's nothing that can sustain the continuation of the ego more than to believe in hopes and dreams, and in destinations that can never be proved nor disproved. It appeals to the ego enormously. Perhaps this is why religious doctrines where repenters go to heaven and sinners go to hell forever, is the ego's favourite choice in its arsenal to ensure survival as well as to ensure drama.
It has everything the ego could possibly wish for: drama, continuity is potentially ensured, and there's a destination that can neither be proved nor disproved. This is the perfect recipe and makes the ego quite content! It's own status quo remains unchallenged.
To sleep the gentle sleep of the free...
How many people can truly put each day to bed, and lay down, happy with its content? Without a need to ruminate on the day, or be fixated on the next?
The tortured nature of human beings to always have to 'do' something, instead of experiencing the extraordinary reality of existence itself. This very moment.
The ego is endlessly striving toward something, some ideal, some idea of peace, of perfection on earth, of salvation, of creative endeavour.... But what if, none of it actually existed in the way one conceived of it?
There was nothing going on a million years ago...
...and in a million years, still nothing will be going on.
We tend to think that we're so special, that our race, our reasoning, is so very different and special. We even tend to feel that our motivations are wildly different to what they were a thousand years ago, or that they'll be wildly different a thousand years from now. Religious people also tend to think that this time is somehow imbued with greater significance, perhaps conveniently forgetting that people from previous times were convinced of the very same thing...
Nothing in human nature changes, no matter the country or culture. Everything stays the same, just the exterior circumstances differ. This replication that goes on, is just a reflection of the greater reality, that nothing is really going on. Humans get sucked up into the drama of things and lose sight of things - but it is just a game. A vast wall of silence confounds every intellectual enquiry and belief.
As Gurdjieff said, in early 1900:
"...people believe in progress and culture... There is no progress whatsoever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands and tens of thousands of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change. Man remains just the same. 'Civilised' and 'cultured' people live with exactly the same interests as the most ignorant savages. Modern civilisation is based on violence and slavery and fine words. But all these fine words about 'progress' and 'civilisation' are merely words.'
Only stillness behind the dream
How many people can truly say that they know what life really is, once they've put their books and beliefs and systems away?
There's absolutely nothing going on.
It's been said that life truly is just a play of light and shadows.
There's nothing going on, really, nothing happening. Nothing to run from. Nothing to be saved from. Nothing to believe in, or disbelieve. Nothing to do. Nothing to prove. .
Love pours from the stillness.
As the saint Nityananda said:
"God is conducting tests all the time; every occurrence in life is a test. Every thought that crops up in the mind is in itself a test to see what one's reaction will be. Hence one must be always alert and aloof, conducting oneself with a spirit of detachment, viewing everything as an opportunity afforded to gain experience, to improve oneself and go on to a higher stage".