The simple fact is that it’s a bloody mess, and the love-and-bliss crowd doesn’t sign up for that. They want the enlightenment that doesn’t include relinquishing one’s place among fellow water-treaders. They don’t want to stop treading, don’t want to slip, alone, into blackness. They want the other enlightenment, the one where they can stay with the group and keep their carefully constructed personalities and just be happy. Preferably, really really really happy.
