It's all an illusion.
I'm not talking about the spiritual power in the cosmos. I'm talking about EVERYTHING else.
And only spiritual aristocrats can connect with the cosmos, so ... ... ... that counts out maybe 99.999999999 percent of people - or something like that. I don't actually have an exact figure.
But no one is connected to anything.
They're just floating around for no reason, happy or sad, who cares?! So lost, not knowing, feeling false shit, thinking they might know but they don't, believing they have this, oh ... and they have that, but they don't.
They don't have anything.
They don't belong anywhere.
No one knows them, and they don't know anyone.
Of course, ask them about it, and ... - all kinds of nonsense will spew out of their mouths, but ... what is that worth?
NOTHING
NOTHING
NOTHING
So, it's easy for them to have a job then, and money, a place to live, a car, and some friends, some family.
Oh, you, you, you ...
WHO ARE YOU?
There's no need to think about the billions of years of future time when you're living the illusion.
There's no need to worry about everything disappearing.
There's no need to worry about the forests, and jungles, and deserts that will replace EVERYTHING you know.
All the things around you.
All the things that look like reality.
All the things that make you feel secure.
All the things that take your mind off the sun failing, or expanding, or burning out, or exploding, or Christ knows what.
All the things that take your mind off a black hole eating the world.
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE unless you're exactly like me, and what are the odds of that?
Never mind.
