The Note

Daughter


You will have questions I cannot answer except to say that reality is but an illusion, a projection of our expectations.  We are taught to make our eyes glide over the world, to create symbols and labels so that we can more easily dismiss them.

We are trained to turn our awareness inward, towards the illusory self which we can never know because we inhabit it. This is our madness.

I cannot suffer this condition any longer.  I leave you this tree as remembrance of me.

 

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