True mysticism has been shattered like a vanity mirror scattered across time. The world's religions have snuffed out the light of spirituality that once guided the soul to the path of it's true nature. The existential has become a blind circus of mediocrity and the pretentiousness of fools.

Until you have seen the crystal clear, light blue waters of the south-east pacific ocean, how can you ever expect to know or describe something you have never experienced? Based on your mistranslation of someone elses? The misunderstandings of blind men guiding others just as blind is the fools journey. No matter where you end up, never mind how you got there, you're still blind. This is the landscape of nothingness; the destination of the blind fool.

Faith in nothing is not divine, it's stupid. The feeling of inspiration and satisfaction in thinking that you know the spirit of man is the common brand of spirituality of this age.  Self righteousness and ego is now God. This false divinity is so foreign to the genuine article that it would starkly contrast the smallest library with the magnitude of heaven. 

Having fallen is not the greatest of disappointments. But to have fallen so far and to have learned nothing - that is the greatest of failures. The fool only suspects that he does not know. Even then his maze of rationale creates a prison of thought; a penitentiary of the mind where he has become the inmate, abusive guard, and warden.

Therefore it is not the demon or devil that is the greatest of spiritual enemies, it is the individual; the masses - they themselves, and themselves alone  - the lackadaisically conscious byproducts of ignorance.

Prudence turns a blind eye to the fool spouting off that which has cascaded down the mountain of centuries. Making mountains of mole hills the fool blindly follows the one in front on their great quest for the opiate of feeling. A sensation that is not a spiritual experience but a warm, fuzzy feeling they get from playing pretend and the accomplishment of self deception and self induced euphoria.

The quasi mystic; the fool-hearty, rogue scholar; the religious zealot; the bitter and trance logical atheist; have all invested in the fools gold of the worthless minor. Searching for diamonds absent any evidence of volcanism, streams or water falls, no signs of glaciers receding; they slam away on miles thick of granite that is figuratively softer than the hardness of their heads.   

Their impetuousness and absence of virtue overlooks patience and humility and leaves them lost and spiteful in the face of correction. They begrudgingly refuse direction like a proud traveler.

What you have is a sea of  undrinkable water. Unpalatable refreshment. As the parched nomad views the mirage, so to does the fool seek that which he desires without a second thought to what potentially awaits him, if he could only stop chasing shadows; the intangible reflections of what is real.

Instead you see fools flock to fools and foolishness. The refuge of the simpleton.  A message board on the internet infected with vanity, conjecture, and regurgitation is the song of the simple mind.  How sweet it is to be loved by you. The arguments, the phoney beliefs and opinions, all of it just another form of entertainment. It is self gratifying and another pleasurable way of passing time with earnest.

See then, the crack pot theories of the mind and spiritual quackery drawing these crowds of circus clowns that truly believe they are the intellectuals of the time. Or that they are chosen by God to perform some great task or to partake in some great work of fate or revelation. It is a frenzy of misguided individuals that worship the superficial because it is easily understood. The lazy fool loves quick and easy because of the direct path to indulgence. The weak minded are easily pacified.

Egocentrism brings the moth to the flame that is occasionally hot enough to burn but never fails to captivate. This creates a swarm of the pointlessly captivated around the exhausting ritual of infatuation with nothing more than a false beacon of hope. And to the message boards they run at the first sign of the nonsensically popular thread of... whatever. BUT, give them something that is true, like the Christ that could have been set free by the crowd before Pilate, and they most surely as the sun will set, are going to choose the lying thief over the way, the truth, and the light. It is not the finite flame eventually burning out that holds the key to the universe, but the sun that truly sets and brings light to the darkness of the world. This is not what they want nor are they expected to be capable. Instead they are found to be dumb, by way of passive consent.

Observe how they race to the fraudulent and relatable and fall into a silent protest of resentment to even a whisper;  a mere hint of the divine truth of the existential. When asked to choose between the truth and the lie, they will cheer gloriously, debate and discuss passionately, the lie.