We grasp at external things thinking they will fill an expected void, that very specific certainty we have learned as the sense of attainment, a desideratum - the urge to fill the unfulfilled potential of the eternal now-thingness.
We are taught to comply to the means of production, to contribute, to make good, yet we miss the mark continually, which is to say that progress and its aim has got a hold of us, our intention.
We witness this deception at every turn and are shackled to reducing the mysteries and wonders of life to abstractions, we are taught that it is possible to define everything and attribute all things with our special identifications, reducing all to knowns.
I say to this, that when one makes an attempt to understand and know the eternal now from such a perspective it is misguided. Indeed, the fleeting joys one experiences when we believe we have arrived are nothing more than an indication; the sensing of the mind that something good has come to pass based upon the stimuli we have set up as responders to our endeavours, a mere nibble at the forbidden fruit - a more complete sensing of the eternal now.
There is no point in trying to understand it, no point at all in trying to figure it out - it simply is. Such attempts confound the mind as there is in actuality nothing to work out or understand. These exercises at best are an expression of intent, the wilful act of ‘cultivating prescience’ without attachment to the outcome - the will to create, the accord of the awoken state of consciousness - yielding and unfixed - of being completely and totally invested in ones ‘day-to-day’, with all of ones being - physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally: an all at once, completely engaged experience of self, centred in heart - by being present through a mind that breaths.