It's your shit show. It's your superstitious curse. The-everyone-is-here and you should listen to them. You are completely obligated to listen to good advice. Everything is available for direct knowing. Everyone else has everything you need. They can lead you, pull you, push you or carry you. Everyone else is necessary to your success.
In other words: Start Appeasing the Masses
> It's your show. It's your universe. There's no one else here, just you, and nothing is being withheld from you. You are completely on your own. Everything is available for direct knowing. No one else has anything you need. No one else can lead you, pull you, push you or carry you. No one else is necessary to your success.
In other words: I Am the Truth.
This is it really quite simple. The questions never stop but the need for an answer can cease. Thought I'd contribute a little something
As people, as a society, as "God's children" (lol), as arbitrary economic/spiritual caste system; as a collective or individuals.
I've always had stupid opinions and arguments. Lets get that out of the way, sure.
But watching Bladed Angel's recent video on the $650,000 electric vehicle that looks like a spider man luchbox from the 90s, it dawned on me. I could lift my consciousness up out of my stinky meat suit, and drop it like a record needle in any other human body in the world, and the same question would persist and go unanswered.
There is not a single role or identity in existence that can sufficiently answer this question; "what the F-!8 are we doing here".
Collecting materialism toys or spiritual ego points for some arbitrary club we may never even see or want to join anyway? Making a super big air conditioned ant hill? Making dumb arguments sound smart as they can?
I don't know. "I" have always been the first to say that identity is a temporary aggregate of innumerable contingencies. But you know, putting yourself in anyone else's shoes, the same question of relevancy/vanity just becomes more pronounced as you analyze all their karmic attachments and ideations. There is no ultimate "why" other than children in a play pen playing with toys allotted them by someone else.
What are we really doing here?