There exists a life that is compassionate regardless of conditions and is unassailable by negative states.
The dark night of the soul begins the birth of that Incorruptible Nature, that does not know itself through anything other than the light that moves through it.
Story: A prince journeys into the River of Dreams under the spell of the mad magician.
Beautiful things flow toward him as he reaches for them and they pass him; they turn dark and begin to fade and disappear.
Then the river starts to flow backward to show him what he missed. The Prince yells, "This river is not my life," and the spell of the river is broken.
When you are in a dream, it makes perfect sense to relive the past.
You are not your thoughts and feelings.
The river is not your life, to discover the fact of that, is meditation.
You have to learn to understand what it means to be still to that river, let it go by.
Meditation is a pure offering of me as I am, not what I think I should be.