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The following post was originally published here: 
 Waves and The Ocean
Waves are the things that happen, from the smallest thought to world-changing events. The shit that happens.
The
 Ocean is the Big Picture, the unity that is partly seen, or 
occasionally glimpsed. It is  the mystery that cannot be explained. The 
substratum of consciousness.
There 
is the ocean. And there are waves on the ocean. If you see only the 
waves they are as we usually see the events of life. There is randomness
 and coincidence and an apparent capriciousness in how things happen. We
 may think about it and take it personally. There are times and places, 
some to be sought out and some avoided. We dodge and weave to avoid 
impact and seek out sheltered places. And possibly end up blaming god 
for his all-too-human careless nature.
But if
 you also include the ocean where the waves play on the surface, the 
waves themselves would look exactly the same but their impact and 
influence would be perceived differently. The waves do have their 
significance, but they are limited in perception to place and time. They
 come, they happen, they go. Storms and calm are a part of the weather 
cycle to be dealt with, or not, or accepted, or not. 
Riding the waves
There 
is a certain inevitability; an acceptance of experience to be had. Not 
being influenced beyond a certain point by the randomness of the waves 
and seeking out the inscrutability of the ocean is the learning, and 
there the wisdom is found. 
Wisdom
 is not in the actual riding of the waves, no matter how magnificently 
we do it; but it is in riding the waves a certain way that we begin to 
see better the waves as part of the ocean. Riding the waves is 
incidental to the knowledge of the ocean on which the waves take place.
We 
experience the waves, liking and disliking as they come and go, but 
there is also some deeper understanding, which goes beyond endurance and
 desire, to wisdom acquired through ongoing wave-like experience. 
The 
breath of air far away may have caused the storm; our place too 
apparently coincidental in the thick of it. No matter how the waves 
themselves might shape up, instead of accidents of nature and timing 
they are part of the uniqueness of the ocean, just as our experience in 
the same scheme of things is too. 
Discovering purpose in randomness
We may
 accept this, in part, when we read about it, consider it 
philosophically and think about it.  But when the waves are bigger, 
wilder, more unpredictable than ever before we have been able to deal 
with, then we lose balance and get tossed and thrown. And our 
philosophical viewpoint is also tossed and thrown out. But the actual 
experience of riding the waves can eventually bring us to the real 
knowledge. It depends on the point of view.
Every 
wave, every experience, is an opportunity to discover more the 
connection between wave and ocean, through mastering the art of riding 
the waves. The inevitability of waves is not random fate, even if it may
 seem so. But more even than just dealing with things we don’t 
understand, there is a purpose outlined in this existence for every 
participant in creation. To realise that purpose and put it into 
conscious practice is the goal of life. That’s what we’re here for. 
Thoughts,
 hopes and actions of the individual will not suddenly change - even 
good people  make bad decisions - but the end purpose of living will be 
found if the waves of individual nature are accepted and understood in 
relation to the ocean of consciousness. To reject it out of hand - 
usually as a result of the strength of the storm - is actually to lose 
sight of the purpose. 
Waves without an ocean?
And 
that What-about-life question is also one of the waves; one that tries 
to define the ocean itself. It is an essential question, usually 
overlooked until that particular wave comes along. Even when ocean, 
consciousness or god, are rejected or neglected, the question about the 
vacuum that exists when you know there is nothing of permanence is the 
point of departure on this particular road of discovery: 
That 
waves arise out of the ocean and return to the ocean; that waves of 
every type and description are a part of the ocean and do not exist 
separately from the ocean; and that no matter how we arrange ourselves 
to accommodate it nothing changes the truth of that.
Once 
the goal, one’s personal aim in life, is known then the voyage begins. 
Waves will never stop. But if the measure and the movement is in keeping
 with the personal aim, the waves of the world and the waves of the mind
 will be understood and dealt with differently than before. There will 
be knowledge of when to advance, when to retreat; when to speak out and 
when to be silent; when to move and when to be still. 
We 
make mistakes, many mistakes, continually. We hear our own advice and 
don't heed it; we take wrong turnings and go off track - sometimes even 
as we do it we know it. That’s part of the deal, it's
 how we learn, so we travel on. Forgive yourself; forgive others. We 
have seen the chart. We have a compass. There is something to trust 
somewhere, a star to steer by. But most of all, in going forward where 
we are sure we must go - dealing with the random and surprising events 
of life as they turn up - the awareness of the all-embracing nature of 
the ocean is surely, gradually going to become clearer.
Life is a meditation - meditation is life
This 
is the real purpose of meditation. We may have the breath to fall back 
on; we may have powerful practices that awaken the energy; we may have 
the magic of mantra that dispels the darkness; we may have faith in 
external objects, people or forces that strengthen our practice. 
But 
make no mistake, however we go about it, meditation will eventually 
bring us to see and confront all the waves in the mind in due course. 
But undeceived by thought about it. So that instead of waves causing 
attention to be wholly distracted by the ever-changing storm or calm, we
 may instead catch a glimpse, a glimmer of the vastness of the ocean. 
If 
that happens, it will have been worth it to pursue it, what you had to 
do for it. So there remains the choice to do it that way or have life 
come and get you for the same purpose? Well, it does anyway, but that’s 
another matter.
For a short story on the same theme, if you haven’t already, please go to Life's Purpose