A Buddhist looked upon this world, he said this is not real, its just a dream, the devil smiled, this is god, letting go of his humanity, the truth is a grand nucleus, a mountain of gold, hiding at its core is me, how far are you outside of it, the world bends to my will, the heavens indulge my delusions, its just a dream, but within each part of it, is an ocean of reason, one day, monk, you'll find a world, in a better time and place, you’ll wake up, you’ll say this is reality, but really, its just something that suits your personality, its just the selfishness, of a demon, much the same as me, maybe you’ll continue searching, climbing that grand mountain, maybe you’ll find your father above, maybe you’ll find, the way the heavens treated you, is a result of who you wanted to be, heaven's personality, the devil laughing, it was you all along, we’re really not that clever, from the moment we're born, our whole existence, our truth echoes out, it becomes what it needs to be, in this random place in the universe, the extent of our limitations, could all be within the project scope, all contained, within a prison within a prison, we might be doomed to be ourselves for eternity, if only someone broke the mirror, that is our universe, made it so, we can rearrange the heavens, it sounds like the devil talking, I’ve had this thought lately, that the goal should be to fall deeper into the matrix, dig, dig, dig, that the essence of god, was in simplicity, who cares, as long as we’re happy, but you know what, the river flows in many directions, and no matter how dirty or messy, our lives are, all the mistakes, when we went too far, karma is self-completing, many things are possible, and if its within the scope, it will fix it, truth is always echoing, and there are billions of people in the world, and in a way, we all fit together, living in the 2000’s, the twenty first century, maybe six thousand years from now, they’ll be able to say, so that was their truth, that was their essence, Earth, we inherited their spirit, the story moved forward, and we made it here, progressing, as art always does, karma, completing, like all my support tickets, fixing, bugs in the matrix, maybe we all want it to be perfect, but you have to admit, sloppy meat before your eyes, you’re going to take a bite, everyone has to eat, and damn, do I love it when its nasty.

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