But meta means more than just those ideas. It extends to the very idea of existence, to the idea of what is out there; something more than what we are seeing, feeling, thinking, loving. Our lives have meaning to us, and even to other people. We feel a sense of longing for the unknown, but we are afraid of it. I once had a friend who lived a simple life, one of family, friends, fun, church, and tru
st, among other things. He never knew the extent of his impact on the world beyond his own circle or field of understanding or vision. After several years, we began to grow apart and I found other people and things to occupy my expanding mind and personality. To me, in relative terms, he appeared to stay the same, a stagnant defiance of the natural tendency to progress and expand mental capacity and understanding. But it didn’t stay like that for long. He soon excelled in academics and now is highly educated and qualified. But something was missing in those early years for me that I never knew until too late or until too far down the road. I was limited by my own scope of fear; fear of the unknown, of rejection, of impossibility, of damnation. I had but one hope, and that was to become something more than what I was hoping for. An existential challenge if there ever was one. Something was different for me in those early days, and I know now that I was searching for the “other”, the “different”, and certainly the “unknown”. I was searching for those things in a way that would bridge some unseen and unfelt gap between who I was and who I was likely able to be. But that is the fallacy in all of it, is that we think we need to transition or to bridge a gap, or to slowly grow into these people, these roles, these mindsets… We are already there. We are the future, the present, and the past all in one. Our true selves are all of our selves, including our higher selves. And we have only to realize this. And simply acknowledging or thinking about it is not in itself the realization I speak of. It’s a change in our perception, and I believe this is only done by what I like to call a metarealistic convergence. In so many words, a metarealistic convergence is when one experiences the totality and realization of one’s realities simultaneously. How this is done, I have no idea. It has not yet happened to me. And how, you say, should I know about this? Visions. Thoughts. Our very thoughts are our own version of a metarealistic experience, but not necessarily the convergence I believe we all need to and eventually do achieve. My nostalgic thoughts to my childhood friendship point out that I indeed believe I have found one piece in a puzzle that will allow me to experience what is necessary to truly understand metaexistence. And meta, in itself, is just an aspect or icing on the cake, if you will, of what is defined as existence. So, it’s just a word modifier that means beyond normal, so what? some may say. Well, exactly. So what? That’s exactly what it is. And that is exactly what it is! It is everything. Don’t underestimate the importance of words, of expression, of realization of the ideals and hopes and dreams, and of other things unspoken that move us along in this life. Meta, my friends, is what keeps us from being just that, or just there, or just alive. Meta is what makes us more than animals, more than what others expect us to be. Meta makes us worthwhile, worthy, and awake to the idea that, in actuality, there really is more beyond the initial scope of understanding than we usually lend credit to. I won’t be trite here in encouraging everyone to think for themselves, question their doubts and strive for a higher understanding. Just be. And the meaning will come to you. For it is already with you, in-meta.
