In fact, you don’t get it from anything. You don’t need to get it. You already have it. You’re inseparable from it. You only need to just see.

Instead of putting faith in what we believe, think, explain, justify, or otherwise construct in our minds, we can learn to put our trust and confidence in immediate, direct experience, before all forms and colors appear. Religion, in its most essential expression, can help us do this.

See confusion as confusion. Acknowledge suffering as suffering. Feel pain and sorrow and divisiveness. Experience anger or fear or shock for what they are. But you don’t have to think of them as evil—as intrinsically bad, as needing to be destroyed or driven from our midst. On the contrary, they need to be absorbed, healed, made whole. Like

We would rather call down war upon ourselves and others, wallowing in and grasping at our conceptual distinctions, than notice the ungraspable world of Wholeness and Totality that we’re already immersed in.

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”

Or, as the ninth-century Chinese Zen teacher Huang Po put it, “The foolish reject what they see, not what they think; the wise reject what they think, not what they see.”

Han-shan.

There’s a poem by Jacque Prévert that sums up this basic confusion quite well. He wrote: I am what I am I was made like this What more do you want What do you want of me

These are called the guardians of Truth, and their names are Paradox and Confusion.