We believe we're changing, constantly evolving, yet, in truth, nothing changes. Only our thinking shifts, our perceptions fluctuate. The flux we experience is but a product of our imagination. The world, itself, is an imagination. In the whirlpool of life, we think we're transformed, but beneath the surface, reality remains unaltered. Change, a mirage of the mind, a trick of perception, the world, a canvas of our collective imagination. We don't come and go. We merely think so. Many seem dead and gone, and we fear our own fate. But where do they come from, and where do they go? Everything is imagination. There is no arrival, no departure. In the tapestry of life, we weave a narrative of birth and death. Yet, beneath the surface, reality remains unchanged. Where do we come from? Where do we go? The answers dissolve in the mist of imagination. The relentless drumbeat of pain, the nagging doubts that persist, the difficulties that seem insurmountable – all creations of the hum...
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