Do you think, for once, you could be more specific? Something VERY specific happened to you. What was it?
What do you mean when you say "you died long ago to everything you held precious?" Were you an alcoholic and lost your job, family, and friends? Were you a schizophrenic in an institution? Were you suicidal? WHAT HAPPENED????
Hell, I hate to go over what I have said so many times before especially given my suspicion as to why you ask. And I will be as honest as I can because it was honesty that got me into the pickle I spoke of.
When I was young I looked at the crushing misery in the world and felt profound remorse, but I was raised, passingly as a Christian. I never had good teachers or got that involved, but I came to believe in God and Jesus. In that faith I could handle the fact that the world is so evil and there is such misery, because, in the long run all the good folk will go to heaven.
But so many folk are evil because they don't believe in the good, so I set out to prove that God exists and life is good. I set out to show that God is love and all who are good will be saved. I was young, you understand, and had no theological training and only some vague notions from the Bible to go on.
So I started to read the philosophy of the world and all the proofs for the good, and because of this horrible need to be honest, could not believe a single thing.
I saw a fallacy in everything. I saw that everybody just happened to believe in whatever teaching they grew up in, at least in the vast preponderance of cases.
In short I realized that God was just a figment of people's imaginations, a convenient thing to believe in in the hope of immortal life. Faith is fear turned on its ear.
I finally realized there is no truth, no meaning, no immortality, no sop for all the children who are murdered. There is only crushing meaningless and infinite misery. My life went black. I knew that I would never ever again be happy, that the black night of the soul would be my lifelong fate.
But I found a Zen text and tried reading it. Here I found outrageous assholes who said what I already know, that there is no meaning, no truth, no way, nothing above or below, but unlike me they were happy. They knew a way that isn't a way.
One Koan in particular, I think saved my life, the story of a man chased off a cliff by a tiger. He hangs over the edge holding on to a root and looking down sees another tiger. That was me, the man at the end of his rope and weakening.
And he saw a Strawberry growing on the cliff and it tasted so good.
My Dear shira, What fucking strawberry was that. WHAT FUCKING STRAWBERRY
Tell me dear shira,
WHAT FUCKING STRAWBERRY WAS THAT GROWING THERE?