A Student of matters mystic once read the ineffable works of Lewis Carroll.
And, being somewhat confused at the time, decided to try and find a Snark.
Meditation can do this sort of thing to unbalanced personalities.
But as this character was only 97% unbalanced he thought that the Snark was a metaphor.
At first for government, then law, or love, or mind, or self or truth.
Perhaps it was about that transcendent state people who meditate are always babbling about.
He performed many a meditation upon the text.
And many an intellectual study.
And many an experiment.
And many an occult ritual.
And then he gave up and forgot about it.
And time passed.
And he grew in Wisdom.
And in Cleverness.
And in Wit.
But mostly in Age.
At last when all traces of a memory of a Snark had left his mind.
A voice announced itself unto him. Not to the ear nor eye nor nose nor skin nor tongue nor
intellect nor emotion nor intuition was this voice present. And yet it was there.
It said, "Behold I am a Snark; that you thought was a metaphor".
It said, "I bring you wisdom that ye shall enshrine in the teachings of the OTS".
"Nothing is true
Not even that
Everything is permitted
Those who look for answers will find mountains of dog turds
And call them facts
Those who search for meaning will find raw sewage
And bow down before it
Don't let this disturb you
What would you expect from a bunch of monkeys?"
"But ye may wish to know how to act in this world, Listen;"
"If you think you are right
You are wrong
If you think you are wrong
You are still wrong
Hence why take anything as serious or important?
Or believe anything anyone says
Or anything you experience
Better to act sensibly
At this Zeno was stunned, but recovering asked "What are you, oh mighty Snark?"
This is because everything that we can know becomes known to us, directly or indirectly, through our consciousness and hence is subjective. If it does not come through our consciousness then we do not know it.
Nor can we infer the objective truth; all inference is based on what our consciousness perceives and hence is one step further away from "reality". We are capable of creating models that seem to work very well but this just means we haven't found out what's wrong with them yet.
Hence if there is anything in the entire universe or even a universe, we will never know about it.
There are three reactions to this realization; the first two are really one.
They are the paths of the megalomaniac and the paranoid.
Those on the first assume they are right, those on the second that everyone else is.
Following these paths leads to short-term thinking, constant low-level fear and a vast consumption of luxuries in attempt to forget about how terrible and meaningless everything seems to be. These are the paths of unnecessary attachments.
There is a third path.
It is called the path of the sensible.
We can never know what is really going on.
But we can give it our best estimate; always bearing in mind that is all it is.
But if we gather all the information we can carefully, without belief.
And then base our actions not on what is good or right but on what seems to yield the most desirable long-term consequences. Without attachment to any one idea or method.
Without even attachment to this dogma.
I admit that the other two paths seem to be easier.
If you are a coward.
Or just stupid.
But the third path can actually be more fun.
And may just get us out of this global mess we appear to be in.
Not that anyone is likely to notice. After all they have right on their side.
A student travelled long and far to see the master so that he could learn from his wisdom.
After many years travel in foreign lands he found him in an isolated mountain village.
He saw the master hard at work making an arrow.
And not wishing to disturb him, merely watched, glad he had reached his destination at last.
However, soon relief turned into puzzlement.
For each time that the master completed an arrow he held it to the light.
And the student beheld they were magnificent: light, long, sharp, in every respect exquisitely perfect.
Then, each time, the master snapped them in two and threw them on the fire.
Finally the monk could contain himself no longer. "Who" he said,
"Who is this man or God or beast so great that you need an arrow even more marvellous than these,
the finest I have seen in many lands, to kill it".
And the master didn't look but merely held another perfect arrow to the light.
Then snapped it and threw it on the fire.