Maybe, just maybe, the spirit within each of us knows. It knows what it seeks. And if only we might overcome all of our pretensions and our stupid self-images we might start to find it, even if it takes a thousand years. For until such time as we start to listen to our hearts, we are so full of propriety and reasons, that nothing takes fruit. We are barren because of our intellect and our mind and that is a shame. We have become so clever that we self-harm with our inviolable justifications.
What a clever bunch we are.
Maybe it will take thousands of years before we start to stop bullshitting ourselves and others, maybe longer even than that.
Until such time, we shall not find. No matter how wistful we may be.