Uploaded September 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Here we all are, running around on Earth stressing about bills, breakups, traffic jams, and whether the avocado is ripe enough—and yet the entire circus is built on… nothing. Samsara, the great soap opera of “me and my problems,” collapses the second you ask: “Wait… to whom does all this actually belong?”
Spoiler: Nobody. The mind made it up. You’re binge-watching a TV show and have forgotten that you can just turn it off.
The Self has been here the whole time, totally free, untouched, watching the comedy play out. Your dramas only work when you take them seriously.
Here we all are, running around on Earth stressing about bills, breakups, traffic jams, and whether the avocado is ripe enough—and yet the entire circus is built on… nothing. Samsara, the great soap opera of “me and my problems,” collapses the second you ask: “Wait… to whom does all this actually belong?”
Spoiler: Nobody. The mind made it up. You’re binge-watching a TV show and have forgotten that you can just turn it off.
The Self has been here the whole time, totally free, untouched, watching the comedy play out. Your dramas only work when you take them seriously.










