What if the truth makes our lives far less important than we think? Not that we are unimportant but that what we think is important isn’t really.

Can we handle that?

What if this game of birth and death had no real significance beyond teaching us to get tired of playing the game?

Could we handle that?

It certainly seems as though every major spiritual teacher from Buddha to Christ to Eckhart Tolle to Adyashanti to the Dalai Lama to Marianne Williamson to Thomas Merton is telling us there is something more to live for and toward.

If that were true what would you do today instead? What would I do?

Would I spend energy on that grudge or grievance? Would I work that extra hour? Would I make that offensive remark?

What if the only thing that makes any sense is to be kind and honest?

Can we handle the truth?