All of our suffering is self-created. This means that we use the mind to create difficulties where difficulties do not exist. Then we use the mind to try and alleviate the difficulties that the mind itself has created. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is clearly nuts. No problem can be solved at the same level of consciousness that created the problem.
Apparently, we need antagonistes—problems, difficulties, contrary and hostile forces—in order to grow, develop, mature. But what do we do? We invigorate them with our rage.
Until a man sees himself as he is, he is flying blind. He goes from one mess to another.
Eventually, he becomes embittered. Or, with the ‘help’ of drugs, sex, work or video games, he numbs out.
In extremis, he finds himself in an ache-scape, in the midst of a great loneliness.
Now, nothing that is, is without a divine aspect. Is this mess the one that reveals the man to himself?