Is the origin our end, and is our reality vain?
Is our true purpose not what we have thought?
Life itself, the course of events,
is the path that we walk designed by someone else?
There are no reasons,
only consequences of the main lie that enslaves us.
There is no regret or sorrow,
only the void of a spirit's shadow.
Standing somewhere without a clue of where we are,
life happens in the midst of dreams and fantasies,
but our reality is changing, expanding our understanding.
We awaken our own being and all its powers.
Yet we are not strong.
The tale is too long, and the lie is strong.
So many beings are afraid to stand up,
while others are lost in the hypnotic dream of materialism and its comfort.
Meanwhile, I prefer not to worry about them
'cause I am a part of a whole that is nothing.
What the universe is does not worry me anymore, not even the forces that rule it.
Everything is an illusion that will be lost.
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