To best describe how I feel about this whole quest for the meaning of life I will tell you a little story from my life.
I very clearly remember a heath check up in high school. And that was a very long time ago. The school nurse administered a variety of tests. One of which was a vision test. Part of that was a series of cards that checked for color blindness. She showed a series of cards with colored bubbles. Embedded in each circle was a number. 12, 6, 24 etc. I easily worked my way through the cards until I got to one that showed no number. I stopped. The nurse stared at me. There was no number. "can you see the number?" she asked me.
I shook my head. "There's a number there?"
"yes" she said. "But that's ok. It is ok if you don't see that one. It's pretty common."
I was thunderstruck by this.
How is it possible for something to be there, to be obvious, yet not be seen?
And this summarizes how I feel about the secret of everything, the real meaning of it all. The thing we cannot see or feel or know.
Is this the thing? Am I missing something? Is there a tool or a thought or a thing that I don't have that prevents me/us from seeing the secret?
Is it right there and clear as day yet unseen?