I see many people going through life as if they are sleepwalking. It seems to work okay for them. I wonder furtively if heightened consciousness is not completely overrated. If it wouldn't be easier to be a spiritual pedestrian, wholly ascribing to the popular interpretations of ancient texts, where "God in us" is dismissed as wholly metaphoric, rather than recognized as the suggestion of God-consciousness I believe it to be.
What if I closed my eyes to the super-real? Ignored the energetic layers of our existence and, say, ate cake? Ha ha. This bizarro symbolism for complacency only reveals my twisted mind: eat cake. I love cake.