Where are we? We dwell upon an island surrounded by what we can never hope to fully understand. 

What are we worth? Nothing. We are dirt and sun, and return to cold earth to be warmed by the sun once more for something new. 

What is the soul? If it exists, we only have intuition of it, and some have none or it is dark, feeding on deceit and ego … and for what? 

All our conceits, all our vanities, 

All out routines and obligations are meaningless, invented for safety that we have allowed to take over our lives, 

Money is a legal fiction. 

All our possessions are worthless in the end.

So what is the point of all of it? 

Real connection, love … nothing more. 

All else is nonsense.