Hehe yes I read this yesterday and it clicked that it is indeed so. There was a sense of a job well done, because a few years ago ‘I’ looked at this mountain that seemed impossible to dismantle and yet this is exactly what happened, it was patiently dismantled. It seems it was another thing to then realise that this is so, for a while I was habitually looking for the next thing, ‘I’ wanted to keep ‘my’ sleeves rolled up and continue shifting the rubble.
Whereas “naively enjoying and appreciating being alive, so much so that you become naiveté itself” is the recognition that there is nothing else to be done but to enjoy and appreciate in gay abandon. This is exactly what is currently ramping up.
At times there is this sense of ‘oh shit’ ‘I’ have forgotten something, ‘I’ must get back to work and then I do a quick scan and realise that there is nothing to be done! 
In that moment it appears that whatever success ‘I’ have attained is due to ‘my’ control, whereas it’s actually the other way around.
It reminds me of Richard speaking to ‘Vineeto’ in the out from control DVD and ‘Vineeto’ describing the “perfect set up of ‘her’ life”, and still there is that ‘I’ wanting to reassert some kind of control, this is a burden, an unnecessary one! In the final assessment it is all silly, just how Richard (in the DVD) gives the example of the ‘me’ popping up and needing to go to the toilet, this is nonsense.
Yes and it has been very useful to realise that those experiences which I previously ascribed to actuality were experiences of ‘being’ naiveté itself. So ‘I’ created an unnecessary boundary that ‘I’ was then getting ‘my’ knickers in a twist about crossing
It is because ‘being’ naiveté itself the world is already so magical, so fairy tale like and yet there is still that gulf of impassable proportions (for the ‘me’) which separates that experience and actuality, actuality is always a whole new world.
It seems when ‘being’ naiveté itself there is something like “intimations of actuality”, as in that magical/fairytale like flavour is what flows from actuality, and yet it is not actuality yet. A while ago I posted these works of art :
I wrote then that they seemed to depict the flavour of the final destination, a world of wonder where nothing of ‘reality’ exists. And yet ‘being’ naiveté itself is as if ‘I’ am in one of those pictures already.
And this is great to discover! That ‘I’ can go ahead and live where it is so magical, so fairytale like, just like ‘I’ did as a young child, and I remember these experiences very well these days. So now that I see that no boundary separates ‘me’ from experiencing life in this manner ‘I’ can allow it.
It makes sense now what Richard said about the application of the method eventually requiring the words “betterer”, that ‘I’ could have something so incredible whilst still remaining ‘me’.
And that place is where ‘I’ can disappear into oblivion from, there is nothing painful or serious about that at all!