'truths' born of the Universe ladled from the stew, just a piece of the larger whole of this existential brew you think and you feel... just part of the illusion, in the end you think you feel but it is all delusion whether aspect or avatar forced into this flesh, an incarnate embodiement born to start afresh you experience the world as if you were apart, forgetting all that was before... forgetting is an art... so you stumble thru this life thinking that it really matters, all this pain and joy and strife - these hollow dream-like tatters... just a piece, and nothing more this truth you can't resist... this final universal joke - You do not exist... ***** stop... think... feel... be... ***** do you really believe that? do you really think its true? don't you think there's more to it... to the truth of being you? a half truth is not the whole a piece is not a lie I am me and you are you and we are still alive... whether aspect or avatar part of the larger web embodiements and essences who swim the flows and ebbs yes, we're of the universe, ladled from the stew but every 'bowl' is still its own every life is new if we are the universe experiencing itself then can we not also be experiencing our Selves welcome to the paradox perfect, pure and true... in the end we always were more then we ever knew...