Reality is not as real as it seems, we make of it to be real because it’s easier for us to live in it as an apparent real world than to live it as it is; a deceptive ongoing illusion.

We chose to make what’s not real, real. And we denied the fact that this is just a temporary place. Reality like all its elements is temporary.

How can that which is temporary be real? How can we claim that this is the ultimate reality? What of dreams & memories? The future? This unstable ever-passing moment-less now? How can we call all of that real?

We created fears and made them govern our reality.. Fears of non-existence; thus breeding attachments into manifestations. Attachment of emotion, to form, from fear.

Our fears structured a commercial life filled with propaganda about self-sustainable, maximum efficiency elements for building. Determining potency in the supremacy over mediocrity; you see the cup you’re looking at is not half full nor half empty in fact you are looking at no-thing at all.

No I to perceive what may be just a desolate, fear loathing imaginary construct of human behavior.

Alas may it all be washed out by the inescapable admittance through the inevitable void, the abyss; source, the land of the unborn; undead; unholy; un.

May we wither away like ashes in the desert, may we fade and return home; Nay, true home; the land of No man, woman nor child, the land of no space, no race, no you, no them, no me, no no, no.

Illustrate yourself as escaping out of existence and depict yourself into that which is not there. Don’t sleep or wake up; lose your found mind; and go.

Go and never come back, go and don’t look behind. Go in blindness, silence, and let the moment-less devour you.

It shall exalt you from worldly suffering, from material illusion, from egotistic spirituality, from the experiential journey, from tit and tat, from.

It is time to un-do time.

A Paradox

Let’s remember that we are all going to die; for a moment, let us pause, let us mute out all that is and contemplate the instant of our death, the place where we all fade out of existence.

Fall back into truth; death is going to take us all, just; it has no preference and it doesn’t give back what it took. Tis the only force you can’t win against.

To challenge death is to laugh at the eternal joke; just like out of nowhere you were conceived out of no-where you will be received.

Deceived of life, relieved of burden.

Un-birthed un-existing emptiness.