A long time ago, I died. Many times, and many times I will die again. I close my eyes at night, and I am gone to the world that only I know. The world of strange creatures and mirrored images on the walls. Out there, I am young and free. Free from the madness of this world of pain and suffering. Out there, there are no murderous ideas or greed. No machines that want you dead. No paydays and no taxes. No rents and no psychos roaming on the streets. Nothing to lose and nothing to gain. I am getting old, and I still don’t have a slightest idea what this is all about. People walk around with the facial expressions of useful idiots. I catch myself, I have that expression too. “I know the shit”, my imaginary self says to me. But there is no “shit” to know, the master answers: Therefore, in emptiness there is no form, no feeling, no perception, no formation, no consciousness; no eye, ear, nose, tongue, body, mind; no sight, sound, smell, taste, touch, object of mind; no realm of sight, and so on up to no realm of mind-consciousness. There is no ignorance and also no ending of ignorance, and so on up to no old age and death and also no ending of old age and death. There is no suffering, no origin of suffering, no cessation, no path. There is no wisdom and no attainment, because there is nothing to attain. And then, I wake up. I put on my mask of the man who “knows the shit”. I pretend once more. I pretend that I care to care about the happenings that are passing by.
Dalintis
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