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There are three types of people. The first is outward directed. He is like an antenna gathering stimuli in the form of sights and sounds, which have little or no impressions. Because this person hardly thinks. He is your man of the world, exemplified by Arnold Schwarzenegger.

The second type is preoccupied with his inner life, with thoughts and worries and hopes and fears and anxieties and dreams. He is bookish, introverted, can be squeamish. Woody Allen is a good example. These two personalities, being opposites, often attract each other. Arnold loves Woody's films.

The third type of individual is aware of things both outer and inner. He watches life unfold, is cognizant of the effects sensory perceptions have on his thoughts, and the feelings engendered by the thoughts. But he identifies with neither external events or internal impressions as being real. He merely watches events unfold, fixed as the witness, in the awareness that as the 18th century Irish philosopher Bishop Berkeley might say, without a consciousness to experience things, those things don't exist.

This individual, typified by the many holy personages that have graced our planet since the birth of recorded history and including Buddha, Christ, and other mystical founders of religions, represents the culmination of the other two types, the highest octave of humanity, and the one we all at some point strive to be. For it is this individual that is not so caught up with the turmoil of his own inner life, or the phantasmagoria of sensations imposing on his mind so that he has occasion and interest to consider the nature of existence, and the purpose of the world.

There are three world views, three arguments for the purpose of life. The first is that the universe exists for enjoyment, as a sort of game or challenge or adventure, and God enters into the world as individual selves where as actors or players who may not know how things will turn out plays the game, and isn't this assumed ignorance part of the fun? Do you really want to know how a movie ends before buying your ticket?

The second world view is that the purpose of life is to realize the divinity dwelling within. Suffering has its purpose to turn the mind away from the world and into the indwelling consciousness, whose nature is bliss.

Finally, some say the universe as emanation of the Self exists because it is in the nature of the unmanifest Reality to manifest in a world of shapes and forms, just as it is in the nature of water to flow, air to blow, and the mind to dream.

Whatever view you adopt, there are only two ways of living this play of life, from the lower self (exemplified by the first two personality types) or from the higher. If you come from the human you sway back and fro, from pain and towards pleasure, and you engage in relationships seeking to meet certain needs and desires from others. But if you identify with the divine within you, you transcend the human condition, and, fixed in love that knows no object but flows as an outgrowth of your being, you achieve your birthright, which is bliss.


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