I am a little fish; my wisdom is the ocean. That gives a sense of the magnitude of the sin of pride, but the slope for me and my wisdom is far steeper. My wisdom is love itself, and love is what all of this is. The cure for pride is humility toward love and compassion toward people. Grasping the truth that all my fellow humans are suffering, whatever their outward situation, reveals that pride toward other people is a sad, ignoble way to live. Pride toward love itself is absurd.
Love demands that I have faith. My life has been one long revelation of the power of love. The deeper I look, the more love I see. Everything good that has ever come to me has always been a gift of love, and every real accomplishment in my life has been love working through me, not my accomplishment at all. Love's largess has been exploding ever since my epiphany. I must have faith that love will always save me if I'm to continue down this magnificent road.
I have to meditate anyway, even though there's no good reason to do it. The spiritual journey can't begin without faith. To begin making progress, I have to start meditating. Meditation has no worldly payoff; it's actually not a good way to relax or reduce stress. Meditation is not a relaxation exercise. It's a way of making progress, and progress will increase stress in my life. I have to do it anyway. There's no making progress until I take that on; that's where it all begins.
Love demands faith. Love, the foundation of the spiritual quest, often demands impossible tasks. To make progress, I have to respond to those demands, and to do that I have to have faith that I will succeed, or that my failure will be just the thing I need to make progress. I can't say that too often. I'm speaking to me.