The possibilitys if your path are infinite. The power of positive energy in thought, behavior and belief in your true self. Sane but insane you be who u really want to be not how society tells and forces you to consumerism and false beliefs. BE YOU¡!!!!!!!!THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER SO SHUK THAT MOTHERFUCKER AND SHOW US HOW ITS DONE......
A human being is part of the whole called by us, universe, a part limited in time and space. We experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest. A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. The true value of a human being is determined by the measure and the sense in which they have obtained liberation from the self. We shall require a substantially new manner of thinking if humanity is to survive
It's just like progressively and courageously going insane and having complete control of reality itself. Like the mind reverses and outputs what it inputs into itself and collectively melts the chaotic perfection of life and the universe itself. We create the fundamental existence by existing. I cannot put many words in quite well but it sounds like the native americans sounding their instruments to the wind for nature to hum for the cosmic listeners of the heavens. How when one dies one becomes himself a thousand times over, wearing different masks each time he rounds the corners. She screams, the drums begin, and is carried into the vast emptiness of the forest by dancing elves and chirping gnomes; they sway to the beat of the clapping rhythm. I jelled back only to be met with the mirror of myself, in pain, shut off of within myself. So I asked him, the subjectivity of myself, to lend him a helping hand for the hand is not mine. Patterns will create you and destroy your existence. They rest as soul indicators that we are the dreams of ourselves, our lives, and of our universe. It's the universe waking to see through the eyes of you, life. Death is being once more subjective to the fact of what you once were, because the same universe that was just watching you live, you become. The matrices which haven't been unlocked in our DNA, or have by the eldest souls, are becoming relevant to all humanity. I can see him, he is me, dancing above an eternal fire. The drums sound once more, bending and stretching my energy. I fall back giving no clue that I had been there in the first place and landed onto a plane that at once flipped me back to my self. To go back, is to die. . . and so it shall be.
I am slowly beginning to recognize the very essence of the self, and pondering its separation from the physical universe. And I believe that if there's anything looking on from a different realm, then, it is we. And we're probably wetting ourselves with multi-dimensional laughter at all the fuck-ups!!
Ever get that sudden urge to laugh? That's you/them/us laughing right back at 'you'!