So how do we really know why we are all alive?

I read once that a "perfect-simulation" would be defined-as: "Life."

I keep-on coming back to the same thing...

Trials.

Tribulations.

Temporal.

Then I hit the speed-bump of "all of mankind tasting death," and then think: "Such a waste..."

If it's just temporary... Finite.

This is the "snare" of the trap of the ego. Isn't it ironic. This "temporal" world is suited exactly for the ego. Perfectly.

But the spirit longs for something more infinite. It calls for a "higher" existence and reality. Something more than temporary -- but the resilience of the spirit.

If we have the capacity to "believe" with "blind-faith," with no doubt from and of the ego.

Isn't that just perfectly-ironic?

Turned-upside down...

Suddenly is realized as Right-Side UP!



What better place for a temple than the place where your heart is...

HOME!!!
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