Why So Few?
A question that recurs for me almost daily—for it has yet to meet with a good answer—is why, on our planet, are so few following a spiritual path?
For we do know, at least on some (though still accessible, if we really look) level that this cannot possibly be all there is to life: i.e., you’re born, you survive for a while—enjoying (or not) this sensation or that—you die. For what would be the point? Really. Or in whose cynical game would we be nothing but ignorant, obedient pawns?
I believe that all mystics—both past and present—realized this and therefore dedicated their lives to finding answers—nothing, to them, was more important than this. And I believe that many found them.
However, there are 7.7 billion people (give or take) in the world today, and perhaps only a handful of living mystics. Another handful (relatively speaking) meditate (or follow some other spiritual path) in honest search for the truth; but to me it seems that the remaining 7.699999999 billion people much prefer sleep, snort at any attempt at awakening, and then roll over into a position more comfortable, more conducive to ongoing delusion.
And so, my question rises again: Why? Why so many sleepers and so few seekers? When something, obviously, is amiss.
Why this planet-wide lethargy, apathy? It just doesn’t make sense.
Or is lethargy, perhaps, where truth hangs out, preferring not to be discovered, it’s secret hiding place?