Sit down, shut up and ask yourself, “What's true?” until you know.

I like happiness as much as the next guy, but it's not happiness that sends one in search of truth.  It's rabid, feverish, clawing madness to stop being a lie, regardless of price, come heaven or hell.  This isn't about higher consciousness or self-discovery or heaven on earth.  This is about blood-caked swords and Buddha's rotting head and self-immolation, and anyone who says otherwise is selling something they don't have.