It allows one to reflect and experience the ego which is often drowned out by its own greed, that it can control people without them knowing, until they are greeted without large quantities of sound waves that no longer travel to the ear and the vibration between the ears fades away, and leaves the ego all alone like a washed up wood from a sunken ship. As the treasure is still down deep, the ego rests above all that is real and true, and covers it with a thin layer of dust so that u no longer can see the kingdom within, and forget what is bellow. Why do peple not bother digging, they are robbed of sight and extinct of sight, that they see that layer of dust and think that’s the end, that’s the bottom there’s nothing else underneath, until one day they have a certain experience where the ego is shot down and shut down, and they get a tiny peak of what is hiding underneath. Now a lot depends on the culture and their own personality to what happens next. They may deny it ever happened as they can not explain the event, so there fore if there is no ready explanation they fear what it is and so try to suppress their true nature. Some are able to use as a stepping stone to go further down and dive into the abyss. But that is scary, and many don’t wish to push the door of fear, as they fear what there is to fear. But without confronting the fear in the dark alley down by the cinema, you will always have to skip past the street and you will never find the gold in the garbage dump, that has been with you since you first breathed air. So I spend my days skipping that one lane, for fear of the emptiness that may follow. As I shed all other fears, and break life down to its minimalist form. All that matters are the people we meet and live with. And to understand that they are just as weak and full of sin as you or any person. Or for that fact any living being just wants happiness and to be free from suffering. So it is hard to judge others when you can see your own weaknesses inside of everybody.
T he stillness where shadows whisper, I wander the garden of my solitude, Amongst the withered petals of hope, Fear blooms like a nig...
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