Looking at the world one realises that we are not rational but rationalising men.
We are so blind to ourselves that we would probably see our own flaws only when they were copied and pasted onto another person.
There is no narrative to life, just events, mostly structured and some random and chaotic.
But we take these events, filter them through our senses,biases and values, process them with our cohesion and coherence engine called the brain and use it to make sense of reality by generating a continuous narrative.
Our brain is where all our assumptions about reality come together as a self generated narrative to reassure us that things are going as expected, and there is no need to panic.
Our preferred method of narrative is to make everything a story with us as it’s hero, at the centre of the universe, in a universe which has rules , even morality and every event has or had a reason, a cause and an effect.
Meditation, on the other hand, after you understand the true gist of what it is, and practice it until enlightenment or near enlightenment, is supposed to keep us above the layer of self generated narrative, and let us face the truth for what it is and yet keep us sane and alive.
They say your life flashes by as you die. What if it’s your coherence machine’s reluctance to let go of narrative, where the brain is scrambling to create narratives when the situation makes no sense and it’s the only way to cling on to life.
Stories keep us alive.
Good stories nourish us and do much more than keeping us alive. They give us a reason to stay alive and flourish and thrive.
This is our hidden coping mechanism.
It is hidden because it keeps us relatively sane and alive.