Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
We look at the world and think it makes perfect sense. We think time moves in a logical line and that our actions will have neat, predictable reactions. But underneath this surface illusion is a blind, hungry, and chaotic force that just wants to survive, consume, and conquer.
The king in the story is entirely trapped in this surface illusion. He thinks life is a puzzle that can be solved and controlled.
He searches for the perfect time and the perfect action to guarantee success. This is the human ego trying to build an impossible fortress. He wrongly believes that if he can just master cause and effect, he can avoid all failure and suffering.
The scholars and experts fail him because they rely on pure logic. Logic only understands the fake, organized surface of the world. It cannot tame the wild, irrational drive of actual life. You can never force a chaotic universe into a tidy daily planner.
To find anything real, the king has to strip away his royal identity and face the unscripted world head-on.
The hermit shows the first step to actual freedom: giving up the endless, exhausting chase for more. The hermit is physically weak, yet he just digs the dirt. He has abandoned the frantic desire for power and status. He is no longer fighting to control the world; he is simply existing in it.
Then, the bleeding enemy crashes into the woods. This is the brutal, undeniable reality of human existence. The enemy wanted bloody revenge. The king had previously executed his brother. This is just the blind force of nature eating itself alive—humans destroying other humans in a pointless, endless loop of misery.
The ultimate turning point is not a clever intellectual thought. It is a raw moment of shared suffering.
When the king kneels in the dirt to wash the gaping wounds of his assassin, a massive illusion shatters. He stops seeing "an enemy" or "a threat to the crown." He only sees a fragile, bleeding creature in agony.
This act of deep, unthinking pity is the only true morality. By trying to save his killer, the king temporarily escapes his own selfish ego. He suddenly sees that underneath our separate bodies and different titles, we all share the exact same pain.
The boundary between the king and the assassin vanishes. In that moment of compassion, by healing the enemy, the king is essentially healing himself.
The hermit's final words destroy the human obsession with time and ambition completely.
The past and the future are entirely fake. They are just mental pictures. The future is nothing but anxiety, and the past is nothing but a ghost. Trying to live in either of them causes deep misery.
The raw present moment is the only reality. It is the single, tiny point where you actually exist and have any real power to move.
The most important person is the one right beside you. Not because they will help you achieve your goals tomorrow, but because they are the only living thing actually in front of you right now.
The only valid purpose is to reduce their pain. Since existence is defined by constant wanting and suffering, the highest possible achievement is to stop serving your own desires and just make life a little less terrible for whoever happens to be standing next to you.
You cannot master reality by aggressively planning for tomorrow. You can only survive the burden of living by abandoning your ego and showing immediate mercy to whoever crosses your path today.
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We look at the world and think it makes perfect sense. We think time moves in a logical line and that our actions will have neat, predictable reactions. But underneath this surface illusion is a blind, hungry, and chaotic force that just wants to survive, consume, and conquer.
The king in the story is entirely trapped in this surface illusion. He thinks life is a puzzle that can be solved and controlled.
He searches for the perfect time and the perfect action to guarantee success. This is the human ego trying to build an impossible fortress. He wrongly believes that if he can just master cause and effect, he can avoid all failure and suffering.
The scholars and experts fail him because they rely on pure logic. Logic only understands the fake, organized surface of the world. It cannot tame the wild, irrational drive of actual life. You can never force a chaotic universe into a tidy daily planner.
To find anything real, the king has to strip away his royal identity and face the unscripted world head-on.
The hermit shows the first step to actual freedom: giving up the endless, exhausting chase for more. The hermit is physically weak, yet he just digs the dirt. He has abandoned the frantic desire for power and status. He is no longer fighting to control the world; he is simply existing in it.
Then, the bleeding enemy crashes into the woods. This is the brutal, undeniable reality of human existence. The enemy wanted bloody revenge. The king had previously executed his brother. This is just the blind force of nature eating itself alive—humans destroying other humans in a pointless, endless loop of misery.
The ultimate turning point is not a clever intellectual thought. It is a raw moment of shared suffering.
When the king kneels in the dirt to wash the gaping wounds of his assassin, a massive illusion shatters. He stops seeing "an enemy" or "a threat to the crown." He only sees a fragile, bleeding creature in agony.
This act of deep, unthinking pity is the only true morality. By trying to save his killer, the king temporarily escapes his own selfish ego. He suddenly sees that underneath our separate bodies and different titles, we all share the exact same pain.
The boundary between the king and the assassin vanishes. In that moment of compassion, by healing the enemy, the king is essentially healing himself.
The hermit's final words destroy the human obsession with time and ambition completely.
The past and the future are entirely fake. They are just mental pictures. The future is nothing but anxiety, and the past is nothing but a ghost. Trying to live in either of them causes deep misery.
The raw present moment is the only reality. It is the single, tiny point where you actually exist and have any real power to move.
The most important person is the one right beside you. Not because they will help you achieve your goals tomorrow, but because they are the only living thing actually in front of you right now.
The only valid purpose is to reduce their pain. Since existence is defined by constant wanting and suffering, the highest possible achievement is to stop serving your own desires and just make life a little less terrible for whoever happens to be standing next to you.
You cannot master reality by aggressively planning for tomorrow. You can only survive the burden of living by abandoning your ego and showing immediate mercy to whoever crosses your path today.
Join this channel here for more:
youtube.com/channel/UCNZnK6NfDQ9VM5prellZhPw/join
