Laugh with me for existence is divinity and divinity is madness. The sin of the inhabitants of plato's cave is ignorance of reality, but what if once you exit the cave you decide to go back in? what if you cultivate ignorance of truth as a means to know truth? what if the shadows teach better than forms, so long as one knows they're forms? Divine autistic masking. What makes man powerful is our ability to shape & manifest reality with our wills in a myriad of ways, ignorance lay in believing the shadows are all there is, yet believing the forms is also a kind of ignorance, the truth of their essence is revealed in this paradox. True enlightenment not lay in the perfection of a taxonomy of dualism, or the perfected mental realization of non-duality, but rather wielding duality as a weapon and non-duality as a shield, hacking and slashing your way through samsara, smiling, manifesting your own pure land. One must manifest destiny your own happiness, this is your providence, you await superiors to save you but you're the at the top of the chain of command, so go ahead, draw your sword and say your prayer, and become a master of your own genesis. If man is said to be god then surely we have built heaven upon the bones of hell for man is not alone but numbered in billions and thus humanity; god's pantheon The world generates with a set of defines, structure, physics, causality, all of these things generated by the seed, including a set beginning and end, yet it is manifest at the exact moment self-awareness can manifest, this is the true beginning of the world The meaning of life has always been to hack and slash through samsara laughing in mania, you must live! manifest destiny! It cannot be overstated, you must live, you must continue on, you have to pick up the fucking sword and fight, you have to smile, you must find beauty in this, you must find acceptance that the game never ends, have fun a good time but remember; you're the player not the avatar. Without death you do not see, you do not hear, you do not smell, you do not remember, you do not love. You are unmanifest, undifferentiated, perfect, knowing everything yet knowing nothing, not awake nor asleep. Is that truly ideal? Giving up? Returning to the cosmic egg? There's nothing you can do, release yourself, laugh and cry, twirl around, this is it! this is all its ever been, this is will ever be, everything around us is fleeting, this life, these people, these nations; the only constant that the wheel never stops spinning, remember? You gain nothing in wisdom or ignorance, pick up an axe and start swinging at the unmanifest, when you feel yourself forget this truth take that feeling and behead it like a demon, drink its blood, that is the ambrosia of actualization. My teaching is not wise nor ignorant, you may taste its fruits in the falling of leaves, the beating of drums, the blossoming of flowers, a soft and warm smile, a feeling one lacks words for. this is the fundamental doctrine of my teaching; go forth and fight My teaching is the same as the mind, the mind is my doctrine.