Life plays living life. Free and beautiful from the start. "In between most people seem to get beaten by "an I and if so, how many" around the ears. How so ever ... "with a litttle luck" maybe a bird will land on your shoulder or you will suddenly be struck by lightning … and this apparent ego dilemma will come to an apparent end. But nothing is done by you, a fictional person. I'am real is illusiory ... ... ... THIS is absolutly simultaneously empty and full. Nothing being already really everything and is "The" Unknowable ... and All there is. THIS.

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