"The spiritual seeker is like the man sitting at home on his sofa, who gets the bright idea to go in search of home, so he packs his backback, programs his GPS and heads for the hills.
Where is he going if every step he takes is one step further away from his goal? He's on a journey to discover this fact, and only this. There is no other reason.
He passes through streets lined with booths. Everything he could ever want is available at the spiritual bizzare but the one thing he's looking for; his own home. Nobody can tell him where it is or sell it to him or give him a map or beat it into him. Even the wisest can only point him back the way he came, but he's already been that way.
He comes upon the big tent. "Welcome to the Spiritual Circus" Here he can study the words of the masters, learn all the tricks and techniques. He learns to meditate and be blissed out and present in the moment and experience Oneness and infinite Love and he thinks he's getting closer to home. 20 years later he's still looking.
If Oneness is the Truth of his Being, what does it mean to be the experiencer of Oneness? If his home is Truth, of what use are the words if they don't point him home? If Truth is already what he is, and he won't effortlessly notice, what amount of effort will bring about this realization?
The spiritual search serves one purpose only; to help you realize the futility of the spiritual search. For the imaginary self, it serves the purpose of distraction, delay, obfuscation. The 'me' is buying time, turning away from the gallows steps over and over. It's a game, a pretense, a sham. The mind will run through the streets screaming "There is no me!" What foolishness.
The spiritual path is about learning to die gracefully. No more games. No more delay. No more excuses."
This may appear cynical, however, as opposed to it being a an excuse to veer from a spiritual path, I see it more as the result of having been on a spiritual path.