Situations are illusions.
So is your self.
The feeling of seperation.
Reality.
Time.

Illusory pictures trying to give you a sense of safety and control.

Always we are in control to be totally out of control.

There is no way of life.

Just experiences happening.

Nothing is really personal.

We just make up that meaning.

To not feel unimportant.

To belong to something.

Whereas we already belong to this experience.

Otherwise we would not be.

So we are.

Becoming.

Every moment.