I really hesitate to speak for Life itself–presumptuous, isn’t it?–but here’s my unenlightened point of view. (A point of view can not be enlightened because it’s a point of view, right?)
Life itself LOVES dressing up and playing as humans. It LOVES imagining itself as Diane, Michael, Betsy and Sister Sue.
It loves pretending.
It loves pretending so much that it disguises itself in three thrillion costumes and delights in what each shining light illuminates.
It loves to go unconscious, to identify, to fixate, to attach to a singular aspect of the Great All.
It loves waking up 90 years later and celebrating in the tunnel of love!
It adores appearing to forget itself temporarily.
It chortles, it giggles, it sobs, it delights, it expresses–oh how it expresses–a quadthrillion diamond facets of possibilities.
Does it prefer an “enlightened” point of view? Heck no. It prefers nothing. It prefers everything. It unconditionally accepts every puzzle piece. It won’t throw a tiny atom of itself away in disgust.
So don’t worry about becoming “enlightened” like it’s some golden prize, some superior state. It’s nothing of the sort. Unless Life WANTS to wake up into Oneness through us–just continue to delight in what we are. We’re perfect. We’re more than perfect in our imperfection.
My only unenlightened bit of advice–let’s all lighten up and enjoy the game. It’s not so serious.