Long before any thought or teaching, a person already knows something quiet and close, present from the first moment of being alive. That knowing is the plain sense of being here, underneath the whole story of who you are. When it is let alone, it stays. Buried under the noise of the mind, it goes quiet but never dies.
What abides from the beginning is not a set of beliefs to defend but the still awareness that was there before any belief arrived. When that awareness remains, a person will rest again in the source of their own being and in the life that flows from it, no longer cut off from either. Staying near it, they come home to what they always were.