When surveying the landscape of tradition and accepted norms that litter the boundary of proof it is apparent that what passes for proof is often only belief. More often than not people never even approach the boundary choosing instead to have faith which lacks even the basic tenants of belief. Still others never bother to look choosing instead to decide at the onset what is by imposing their definition without ever assessing what is possible. The proof in question is of the truth. Who and how we are and just what are our capabilities.
Many of us rely on the work of other persons more able than ourselves to be what we are. We rely on ‘Sacred texts’ certain that words written long ago are the best and only guide placing no confidence in our appointment and our intimate and certain embrace of what is true. Do we really need to rely on some other person or ‘Sacred text’ to guide us on the path that we traverse alone? We place so much confidence in others who have done this and what has been written about it that we never take up our own path. The steps we alone must take.
Might there be something about this proof, what is true, that dissuades us? I am guessing there is and it may well be fear, the fear of success.
There are the stories of those who are born enlightened and we assume they are more deserving than ourselves, more able. They are not. They are only an example of what we can expect of ourself. We must have confidence in ourself, in our own appointment and circumstance if we are ever to find our way. It is not for someone else to do or write about. It does not require faith. It is simply what we choose to do, or not.
The Mystic Tourist