I was wrong about everything.
My life.
Life itself.
Everything I thought was true fell away, bit by bit, leaving me naked.
Well. Not completely naked.
The mind stil holds on to familiar beliefs because it believes that these beliefs are what hold the world together. Are what makes sense of the nothingness and everythingness life truly is.
You see, there is no world.
No me.
No you.
No anything.
And yet …
I still see a world.
A me.
A you.
An anything.
I know I’m wrong and I don’t know what’s right and there was a time when this would have scared me to death.
Now?
I accept it all; the knowing, the not-knowing, and above all, the realization that NONE of this makes sense, and yet ….
It makes more sense than anything ever.
Love,
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