I am starting to notice the behavior of people. I am slowly becoming completely detached from the illusion.

It feels like a mixture of great fear and deep love.

Experiences seem to collide synchronized with the thoughts of the master.

I still look like I looked before. The view is still there. The people come and go.

There is a constant presence, reachable through silence.

I have no secret powers. I wear no mask.

The truth can not be spoken.

The cosmic giggle, the cosmic rage and the cosmic love.

I can not teach you anything. The only teacher I know is You.

In this divine reality, does it make any sense to calculate your chances.

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