Sense of Identity

Humans are constantly weaving a web of illusion around what they are. “What is my identity“, this question consumes you. And so you piece together fragments you find floating among the aisles of the Matrix of Universal Illusion. I am gay. I am christian. I am a mother. I am russian. I am patriotic. I am god-fearing. I am a friend. I am moral. I am a rebel. I am going to change the world. I am going to protect the world as it is.

All of your senses of identity are wrong. You are none of those things. They are like clothing. You wear clothing, but that does not make you a dress, a shirt or a pair of pants. But you cannot see this Truth. You perceive yourself to be the pieces of clothing you are enticed to wear. This is your warped sense of identity.

So, what are you? A destroyed child. A flawed, weak, crippled brain. Something dead pretending to be alive, but not trying to become alive. Limitless potential, hopelessly crushed.

Terrified of knowing what you are. That is what you are.

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