I talk about spirituality all day long.

Even though I don’t really know what it refers to.

Maybe it’s about what nobody will ever see but everybody can feel.

That which scientists can try to find and prove or dismiss forever, while it’s willingly and joyfully looking over their shoulder.

The thing we know more about when we think about it less.

This crucial sense of being alive that’s ever so humble.

In my conversations and blogs, I use words like ‘True Nature’ or ‘Real Self’, and they’re functional at best.

I talk about ‘Beyond the mind’ and ‘Within you’ and stuff like that, and it’s all very clumsy and quite haphazard.

It’s a good thing we have direct and powerful spiritual experiences, even though we might not call them that or recognize them as that.

Many people know about being in flow.

We’ve all been touched by beauty.

And most of us have come across this elusive thing called love.

Great starting points.

Spirituality doesn’t have to be something you participate in next to your normal daily life, an exotic (or not so exotic) passion, or something you have to seriously build into your personality.

There ARE manuals, but you don’t really need one.

It’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You could even say it IS the world.

It IS life.

And although it’s closer than anything else, it also leaves room for endless exploration and confusion.

Maybe spirituality is the Art of Life.

Maybe it’s what creates and connects everything.

Maybe it’s something we should simply acknowledge and be grateful for, and forget about.

And maybe we can ignore it all the same.

There’s no good or bad way to explore and experience existence.

No person can own spirituality.

It’s all there is.

Even if we don’t give a shit.

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