“The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”
all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration.
we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively.
there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.