Saturday, October 10, 2025
An inconsolable person is troubled. You could offer them the world, a winning lottery ticket, and a perfect mate. Momentarily the lift helps, but like a fog, the darkness weighs them back down again.
I tried to console myself with a mate, money, wine, food, and even “spirituality” and meditation. Inconsolability breaks down further and becomes desolation. From there, the quiet sojourn begins, the drift to nothingness.
The inconsolable are brought to the unthinkable brink – unknown singleness, unknown poverty, unknown darkness, unknown lack, and the generalized unknown mystery, first disguised as malaise. In this mystifying fog, one realizes conversion was truly nothing.
You’re free if you can dance in a drought, poke fun at solemnity, give thanks in death, and rejoice in empty storehouses. You’re no longer inconsolable when you realize your consolation’s True Source is also that of your inconsolability. Seeing that the so-called extremities of good and evil have ties to the exact, same origin, like faith and fear, saves you from the paranoia plaguing the unconscious.
However, in this light, one continues to soar towards Light Unseen. One aspires to Truth Unknown. This gives you life and exuberance once thought to be merely circumstantial. You can’t fix emptiness with supplies, disease with chemicals, poorness with money, nor console an inconsolable human with a toy, an affirmation, or a graven image like a 2,000 year old, Jewish itinerant with sandals, magic powers, and a beard.
If you can laugh in hospice, sing jubilantly in barrenness, and giggle at a funeral, you will have discovered how affluently consolable you are, without ever needing a man with a beard to walk into your mind and save you from the same mind that drew a useless picture of needing a personal Lord and savior to begin with.