In this incantation, I recognize that life itself is an addiction, similar to substances or habits, all woven from the same fabric. My true self reveals itself in the darkness behind closed eyes, and the struggle to remain there shows how deeply entangled I am. If this existence is a disease, then everything before me is designed to ensnare. The universe is entirely what I inject into my moment, and everything I perceive outside it is only a belief, not a reality beyond my own experience.
Life itself is an addiction, not unlike cigarettes, drugs, or sugar—it’s all made of the same essence. To understand how deeply I am ensnared, I need only close my eyes. What I become in that darkness is my true self. The struggle I face when choosing not to open my eyes and return to this waking world reveals the depth of my affliction.
Is it time for me to see things this way? I can choose to see it all this way. This either is, or is not, a disease. Which is it going to be? If it is, then everything out here in front is designed trap me.
The entirety of the universe and everything about it is with me in my moment. It is entirely composed of what I inject and think, and what I outject and visualize. The entirely of the world fits into a cup that is the shape of my moment. There is nothing beyond the totality of what I think and what I see and what I experience in my moment. Every thing and person and place I imagine to be real and existing somewhere else, does not. It is only my belief that there are other beings like me in other places and times that is real.
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