H,
“The
Problem with Self”
It is the bit about letting
go that is scary. If we remove all our preconceptions and the consolations what
do we have left? There is this emptiness at the very centre of life that keeps
us on the orbit of constant self-improvement. The human stain is not only that
we are pre-destined by our biology but we are also left unhinged by our reach
for more. We always think that more is vertical or horizontal but what if it is
insular, the world inside, and the human heart as the most unexplored point in
the known universe?
 This is what our faith speaks to. The idea
that we have not found the riches of who we truly are. This might sound slightly like an oxymoron: we are to get over the self by discovering more about who we truly are.
That runs through the whole thing.
It is why we need a saviour
much more than we think we do. We are not going to reach balance or levity by
following our own instincts on the matters before us. Much like the human drive
for exploring outer space comes from the longing inside and the glance upwards
at the stars of wonder, so does the human need for connecting and resolving the
inner space come from that glance upwards that always points to that other
thing we cannot explain that seems to lead us to the idea of meaning as part of
life if not life itself.

It is only, at this point, a
call to go deeper than what the self may know.