When the Shit Hits the Fan
When the shit hits the fan, that's when you know who was for real and whose ass was fake. The definition of "I" is a condensation of your life experiences within the vehicle inhabited by a fragment of the infinite. The real I is thus That, without identity, without a name even. As long as you believe it resides in you it is your ego. When you let go, it is That. When the shit hits the fan, that's when you know who was an incarnation of something greater and who was just a composition of random neurones firing for the sake of self preservation and procreation. That is why, my friends, always keep a fan handy or nearby. The universe is under no obligation to make sense to you and neither is this text. You bring in sense to the universe through your interpretation of it. Thank you for the Divine tragedy, thank you for the Divine comedy. Life lives through me, and not I through life. No I, no my, not mine, no knower, just knowledge. I am that. Kodoish kodoish ko...