Stripped of content (i.e., beliefs, rituals, identities), how does one know thyself? This dilemma frightens even the most faithful, and the encroachment makes one scurry. Why? Because, the scary proposition one lacks verbalization signal a sense of fear and indecisiveness. Some would predict, it is easier to pretend such knowledge, than to actually seek its revelation. Why do we see our self in the content of life?
Can our beliefs misguide us? Is it possible they resemble figments of the imagination? Subsequently, these die-hard convictions, the blankets that comfort us exist in mind only. Is it possible we imagined it all, and if so, we only repeat false impressions as to create truth from fiction? That die heart stances, lack reality, and as a result, we only chose the best story to match our personal hopes. How do we actualize a reality encircled by such possible illiteracy?
To “Know Thyself,” appears more complicated than our self-professed convictions and spiritual recitals. After all, where did such attitudes originate? As an example, in the beginning, “There was_____? What? What did you say or think? This statement is content loaded, as such; fill in whatever you like, however, one’s actions defines beliefs more than one’s verbal communication. Do we not live a life of fear, anxiety, and stress, all the while professing self-reliance in God?
What is it that we do not know about ourselves? Why the wavering and hesitancy, the constant search for a sign to confirm our beliefs? Our ignorance overtly suppressed by repetitiveness of speech that dazzled unbeknown onlookers of our apprehension.
The beginning of self-knowledge is the revelation of one’s unawareness. To pretend to know, delays the transformation creating an actor stuck in self-importance purgatory. In fact, one may never actualize life without the humility to admit one’s lack of self-knowledge.
“Know Thyself” cannot be guided by anyone, again this would be imagination.