Ever since we left the womb, most of us have had this innate fear of getting trapped in inclosed spaces, confinement.. well, did it ever occur to you that maybe we’re beings destined to roam freely however we wanted, nothing to hold us down, maybe like flowers in bloom, we’re meant to open up facing the sun, the light, the empty space.. and though in the darkness we grew, in the sun we completely blew up, each petal reaches its own way, each limb stretches out in the waiting of a hug from the universe, itself. It is no coincidence that labour in modern day society gives us anxiety, because through our hearts, through our bodies, it permeates no feeling of freedom, maybe because we’re under restraint, under authority, you can not move however you want to, at work, anywhere, a claustrophobic feeling that has clung to our hearts, surrounding it like iron bars, unlike the ribs of course that are protecting it.
Everywhere we go, we’re never free, similar to birds in captivity, we’ve become oblivious to the wings that once lifted us off the ground and into the ether, forgetting the ability of flight, confined to tight spaces, encumbered by these invisible walls society has built for us.

Light a candle in the dark and lead yourself to the light, when you’re there blow it out and see the hell in this life, you’re surrounded by darkness under the spell of the night, but even in total blackness shines the smallest of lights.

The soul was created by the ego, because even after death, it can not accept not existing anymore.
If you ask me, not even the flesh itself should make you substantial, not even if you cast a shadow.

Imagine life as a movie, the sun as the flash of a camera, earth as a scene on which you perform, and the stars like eyes gazing in wonder, do your best, and expose the beauty of your artistry, the whole universe is watching.

We could imagine life and death as day and night, being awake and falling asleep. Throughout our active lives we go through a lot mentally, physically and emotionally, so it is only right that we must close our eyes when the night comes, it is only right that we must die, in life only death could ever give us true rest.

The root of all your problem lies in thinking that you’re important, our idea of importance is completely wrong. Also, you’re scared that you’re not important, so you rely on religion or any fantasy possible for comfort. The idea is to never ever feel more important than anything that exists here with you, not even a spec of dust or a grain of sand. You must be humbled to the core. Because that we “think” that we can “think”, we’ve created an illusion that we have a bigger purpose than everything else existing, we’re trying to separate ourselves from life, but we’re but a limb that we’re trying to pull apart, so we hurt ourselves. Become humble, I’m not trying to sound wise or anything, this is honest honesty, the more humble you become, the easier life will get, because you are trying to be in control, thus you interfere with nature. Control is like straining of muscles, contraction, it is rigid, anything that does not move or integrate, rots,  letting go is like the dissolvement of ice in water, you become one with the thing, so you don’t have carry yourself, it actually carries you. So we try to understand and figure things out, but the true truth is that you’re part of the figure. I’ll quote Manly P. Hall, he said, “We’re the gods of the atoms that make up ourselves, but we’re also the atoms of the gods that make up the universe.”

Alone in my room late, I’m ruminating, the lunar light shines through the window, everything is illuminated, thoughts streaming, stimulus, rejuvenation, if I can not sit alone quiet, then I defy the human nature, there’s a window through which I view the matrix, a human cage, the principle was union, but like wild flowers, our limbs are getting cut, pruned and mutilated, maybe a few can make it, so I apply the knowledge that I’ve accumulated, too much civilization makes sick animals, now I stand under what Jung was stating, there’s is no future to which you can make it, all i see though this hole is human enslavement, but like birds, you’ve become resigned the monotony of captivity, servitude and subjugation, I sit back and watch how all of you behaving, but I’m accused of laziness as soon I say this, this illusion based world that I refuse to engage in, but the hatred that lies in the heart of my peers will never pierce my heart, the truth is sacred, why would I walk the path that you’ve paved me.