Life is like being a child who’s lost at a carnival. We marvel at the buzzing lights and sounds around us. On the surface, it feels like the fanfare before is us is it, the real deal. We have fun for a while playing the different games, but eventually we realize there’s something plastic about
“I don’t know how to explain it, but I know it’s true. It’s what I believe deep down to be the nature behind the reality of things, it simply vibrates with me on a level I can’t explain”… Where does your mind go when someone asks, “what do you believe”? Do you think about your religion?