As someone deeply immersed in the study and practice of nondual philosophy, I’ve come to recognize the limitations of the word “spirituality” in capturing the depth of my perspective. Nonduality—whether expressed through the Advaita Vedanta of the East, the mystical traditions of the West, or the holistic inquiries of modern thought—has long been my guiding framework, whether I knew it at the time or not. While I still draw on Integral Metatheory to help frame the gestalt of my life, I don’t see “Integral” as an adequate description of my philosophy of life, let alone my spirituality.

Of course, I do have a spiritual perspective—but it shifts fluidly. On some days, I speak the language of Christian mysticism. On others, I lean into the wisdom of Buddhism. And on weekends, I let it all dissolve into a Nondual Holistic Integralist lens (yes, I structure my week that way—why not?). What underlies all of these perspectives is not a belief in separate traditions but an abiding recognition that reality is one, seamless, and ever-present. But this blog post isn’t really about my spirituality, it’s about my getting frustrated with the impracticality of connecting with other people around the idea of “let’s be spiritual together” as if that meant anything useful.