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Here’s what the end of spiritual searching looks like
I'm sixty-four years old. I guess my spiritual searching for whatever began when I was thirteen. At least, that's when I composed my first documented philosophical writing. So I've done more than fifty years of meditating, guru-worshipping, psychedelic drug-taking, mystical contemplating, and other sorts of spiritual'y pursuits. Golden anniversary gifts, please! Send them on, Ultimate Secret of the Cosmos, I deserve them. But you know what? The older I get (I'm not saying wiser, just older), the more I feel like my spiritual searching has pointed to one conclusion: There never was anything to search for. I've said this before.…
