I am not my thoughts... I am seperate. I am a manifestation of nature. As is nature so is my true self; void of thought and question. Simply a being that IS. I do not want to be seperate. I do not seek to destroy nature. I don't share in the madness. It is a madness. Man as a whole. Strange to know this. To be so seperate from it yet in the middle completley cut off from my Source yet forever connected. The truth found within the knowledge of the Self. The ego an alien invader. The ego an illusion and impedememt to mans natural way. A secret knowledge that is everywhere to be seen. Obvious. But nearly impossible to express to those who do not already have the experience of the knowledge. Who can I share this with? How can I say it?
The world as we know it is pure madness. A condition brought onto the human consciousness by an extremely traumatic event that must have occurred as Plato's father told him. Ego is an unnatural condition most likely created as a defense mechanism by nature. Man in his uninjured, natural state is OF beast purely connected with creation. Source is the experience and not origin.
Whoa.
