The bliss of a final resting place

The goal in life is to have those experiences where we want for nothing more.

Baby you'll all that I have
when I'm lying here in your arms
I'm finding it hard to believe
We're in Heaven.

As Brian Adams would say. But that is it, the experience of being found, or of finding what we are looking for, of being at home, and the journey complete, with no need anymore to search and no sense at all that we have to journey more. We have arrived at ourselves, in peace and there is nothing else to say.

Words are the currency of desires, just as money is the currency of getting. We talk of those things we have not got, and think of how we might get them. But when we finally arrive at ourselves, at home with ourselves then we have no need of thought we have no need of currency.

The problem of course is that these earthly experiences no matter how "found" and "home" they may feel are illusions because the outsider can see it is doomed to a short term.

The goal is that experience of being found, of being at peace with oneself, but after having found nothing and after having gone no-where.

It is odd however that within the realm of Earthly experiences, the experience of finding a resting place (especially in someones arms) is so completely satisfying. To people in such a state it is very hard to argue that this is just a stop on the journey, because it is not over yet.

Being over (the Enlightenment) is quite extraordinary then for it is being home but the final unshakeable one, no doubt anymore that the morning will rise on lovers bliss and carry their beloved away.