We were speaking of the Christian religion and the degenerated or mechanical forms of it we find today. It is a path that leads to enlightenment via the heart. Forms of Yoga enter via the mind and other forms of it via the body. Via the mind may be better suited to you. All of these techniques, I believe, step over the problem of self hate, something I could call transcendence.
Here is some logic. Is the finger pointing at the moon the moon? Obviously it is not. Are words about what enlightenment is enlightenment? Obviously it is not. All that logic can do is point. It can't create the experience it is pointing or referring to nor the equipment required for the seeing. You can't give eyes to the blind to see the moon or point to it through the roof of a house. You can't give people the enlightened experience, only suggest the conditions they may create for themselves in conducive to the experience. You can't prove the moon exists to the blind, only suggest corroborating evidence. If someone has been told the moon is a monster that if viewed will lead to doom or someone demands to see it from inside their house, no amount of logic will convince them otherwise. They will need to have faith and it won't come easy.
In my case I sought to logically prove that live has meaning, that beyond all earthly suffering there would be reward for those who practiced love of their fellow beings. I totally failed. I lost all faith. I did not transcend. But it is doubt, and the rejection of faith that is the opposite of faith, not logic. Doubt is just one road logic can take so let's go farther down that path. Meaningless is hopelessness and suffering, meaning brings happiness to ones life. That was the logic I believed and then I ran into Zen. Zen set the ground of my consciousness to wonder how these folk seemed also to find life has no meaning. Because of that shock to my conscious thinking. Deep in thought as to why I suffered, what was the root of it, a blast of wind hit my house and I awoke from a dream into the present where I and the wind were everything. I knew in that moment that the need for meaning is as meaningless as everything else, that all that exists the the now of the present, awareness. Thought and time came to an end. Thought is time and fear, anticipation of disaster in the future or remorse over the past and the need to seek what is actually always there. All that I had ever sought, the Love of God, all there, not elsewhere, but right there in me. One moment and back to this world, but my attitude had changed. All of the faults in the world, they are also not out there. They are all in me.
I would say that logic is dependent on unconscious assumptions about what logic is. These days I find what I just said rather logical.
I love you dank. You remind me of myself. I destroyed all the logic I was told to accept on faith including the logic that said that logic was worth something, that it lead to meaning. What it did was to wipe away all crap the clouded the mirror in which I could see my true being.
Had I had faith I could have just stepped right over all of that. I had to wade through the shit because I didn't see the faith I had was in questioning everything.