investigation of inner self
You are alive, how do you know it? What is "yourself"? Who are you? is not a question of believing it, it is the matter of investigation.
I’m not a nice guy. I’m not a villain, I’m just aggressively straightforward and allergic to sugar-coating. Honestly, being a bad guy is so liberating.
My mother was a math teacher. She spoke German and French. She read a lot, mostly classic literature. Just couple months before she died she spent significant time solving math problems. And yet, she was so afraid of death.
When I write an article I am trying to talk politely in "we" tone making my words less direct, less harsh and less rude. But here, I don't want to do that.
Have you ever asked yourself: Why do you live? Why you? Why do you have life? And what for? If you have never asked those questions then you are living in ignorance, you're a plain dumb, idiotic and already dead creature. Sorry, nothing personal.
Let’s face it: Earth is basically the galaxy’s reality TV show (in short, a shit-hole), just like any prison. You came here, against your will, with your memory wiped clean like your browser history after masturbation session.
Have you watched Waiting for Godot? If you did not... Waiting for Godot, published by Samuel Beckett in 1949, is a play in which two characters are waiting for someone who never comes.
You can read something like: The world is an illusion. The past and future do not exist. You are not your body, thoughts and emotions. And then what?
Guess what? Life after 60... I know. You take a blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
How do you know yourself? Why do you believe those things you believe? Question your beliefs while you still can.
In street language "turn down for what" is a question used by teenagers. "Turn up" is the act of getting drunk and high and being reckless so "turn down" means sobering up. Turn down for what? is really saying I am fucked up and I don't care no matter what.
Everything you've been taught so far is a lie. Everything you think you know is a lie. History, who you are, where you come from and all your beliefs are lies and that's why it's so difficult for you to be happy.
After two decades of spiritual search I see that books are really waste of time. There is nothing to be found in books but some of them are worse than others.
You know how it goes. One day you’re born, one day you die. Everything that happens in between you think you know and understand, but everything that happened before and will happen after, you know nothing about.
I love my wife, my daughter, father, niece and relatives, some friends and I'm concerned about them. I care about their well being and I am sad seeing their suffering wondering how deep their ignorance regarding spiritual matters really is.
