When you feel that you are a lonely, put-upon, isolated little stranger confronting all this, you are under the influence of an illusory feeling, because the truth is quite the reverse. You are the whole works, all that there is, and always was, and always has been, and always will be.
What’s so great about truth, or being a serious person, or setting yourself apart from the world by transcending your humanity? They are great in contrast to their alternatives. This is not a sales pitch, this is the hidden reality behind the masterful illusion. I’m not trying to convince you to believe me, I’m trying to convince you to listen to your own Little Bastard.
