I have managed to catch onto a whiff of naivete and return to it over and over. It’s so refreshing because when naive ‘I’ can finally ‘be’ without the shame and embarrassment. It’s interesting because usually ‘I’ try to escape from ‘my’ rottenness via sophistication or various other cunning tactics but when naive all that goes out the window and ‘I’ am unselfconsciously artless, there is no guile and yet there is no shame or embarrassment either.
In effect naiveté delivers that which the ‘high achiever actualist’ tried to arrive at via deception (and never could). It’s something approximating integrity but it is not a performance and it is not so vulnerable, it really is delicious.
It’s like an organic integrity, it’s not the kind of integrity that morality seeks to have, it’s way more down to earth. And the down to earth aspect is what is connected with the fellowship regard. And it does lead right to the mirificent flavour of pure intent.
And there is a flavour here which is something like “of the earth” which is diametrically opposed to the flavour of morality and spirituality, which is all about a rejection of life on earth. So when naive there is the absence of that resentment and rejection and there is an appreciation of the “of the earth” aspect, which includes acknowledging fully the fact that human beings have an animal heritage.