No beating around the bush

Why is the real so difficult to find? So evasive? Why is the search for it so tortuous? Why is it all so beguiling? Is it perhaps because you imagine that it is to be found in some experience that you will one day have? That one day the real will appear to you from behind the curtain like some vaudeville act and all will be revealed? Isn’t that what the cooks have told you? Now let’s not beat around the bush. It’s not so. You can’t experience it as an experience because it’s all experiences. It’s this.