“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”
- Marcel Proust
Why do some people climb metaphysical 8000 meter peaks? Because they’re there.
There’s much to be said for, and against, any type of travel courtesy of petroleum products. Travel for leisure and recreation helps people understand the larger world, different cultures, languages, and so forth. Travel for business helps people develop trust relationships that lead to new customers and more profits.
But that’s not the point of this post. What about traveling as a pure mental construct? There’s a lot of unexplored terrain and uncharted waters right inside that hardened skull of yours. And while there are plenty of roadside attractions in metaphysics, there’s not much of a roadmap to exploring and understanding one’s internal universe. Go ahead, admit it. You (we) don’t know ______.
Neither do I. That’s what makes the very idea of internal ‘travel’ as a metaphysical, cerebral, emotional jaunt so daunting. It’s like Mt. Everest before Tenzing Norgay, a Tibetan sherpa, led Edmund Hillary and his expedition to the top. Think about terra incognita. Cold. lonely. Blasted by wind, snow, ice, expansion, contraction, avalanches, rockslides, intense glaciation, seracs, crevasses. Now think about all of these natural forces within the folds of your own brain. They’re in there, except that they manifest as emotive elements: love, hate, bitterness, guilt, denial, repression, depression.
It’s no wonder we don’t have a travel and tourism industry that focuses on internal voyages. Nobody wants to go there, unless they have to. At least, until the outer world becomes tiresome or a physical limitation puts an end to seeing the world via one’s credit card.
There are enough big mountains to scale in one’s own world. You probably have a fair number of 8000 meter peaks in your life, heart and mind that have yet to be summitted. In fact you probably have walked in their shadows all your life and never known it. It could be the peaks have been blanketed by clouds, not letting you see them. So you assume that they are unreachable. Or at least I have. And I’m not going to wait until I’m really old and have the time to roam. I want to do it now while I’m agile enough mentally to summit my destinations.
So what happens when the sun shines and the peaks shed their cloaks, enticing you to consider what now looks to be a slam dunk journey to the top? Now that you can see the peak, is it any closer? No. The reality of internal navigation is just as illusory. Just because you can see where you want to go doesn’t make the journey easier.
Gearing up for internal travel. Hmm, what to pack. How about nothing. Everything you’ll need is provided, hardwired in fact. Your metaphysical sherpa is all loaded up and ready to depart from base camp any time you are. All you have to do is believe in the sherpa and follow in the steps he’s punching up the slope. Just keep your hand on the guide rope and trudge.
The air gets thinner with every meter of elevation. The heart works harder, lungs are working overtime to deliver oxygen to the bloodstream. Feels a lot like work. 99 out 100 people would keel over dead from the exertion or hypoxia or hypothermia after a few hours. Remember this is rarified air, even if it is figurative.