I remember reading somewhere that Zen Buddhists would burn all their books on reaching enlightenment. This always puzzled me. Surely this wealth of knowledge about the human condition should have been shared, and then distributed to every man, woman, and child. It could serve as a manual to help them understand their own lives. But then again, who the hell wants a manual? Maybe these teachers understood that people don't need to understand their own lives to be happy. Maybe people would just simply prefer to be happy.
Everyman (and woman!) his own journey. His own journey everyman.