i think that at some point we have al found out the truith, seen it, heard it, and felt it.

The truith is that this world is just in out imagination, something that we percieve and make realbecause we think is is.

We cant even comprehend what the true nature of our surroundings are, how one chair occupies an entire room, how a whale is but a spec of dust. our mind shields us from reality so that we can continue to believe in our pathetic existence.

The most depredding aspect is that those who understand this are the crazy ones, and those that comprehend this are the dead ones. The only poeple who both understand this and comprehend this are bound to this life, an empty shell with nothing left but knowledge of the truith and an agonizing pain while they are wade through a sea of ignorance and stupidity.

These words will go unnoticed and mis-interpreted by those who dont care abd by those who are foolish enough to yern for true understanding.

the meaning of life is to die, and the meaning of death is to live. Through these two aspects we are tortured by our thoughts until we can bear it no more, and that is when existence stands still like a bead of water never to drip off the flower pedal into the pond.