Tuesday, June 16, 2026
Each second is a chance to realize who your life is for. If you believe it’s for others, you’ll give yourself away, slowly excavating the inner richness, emptying yourself bit by bit. This endless cavern of wanting and craving will swell epically, and you could become the likes of Kim Jong Un. The vacuity is accentuated in those who can’t get enough – can’t get enough stuff, suffering, attention, protection, prestige… you name it. Addiction goes wild on the world’s teat.
A vacancy is a shell, or hell, of a person who sees themselves through the “eyes of all.” It’s as if a drone is placed outside of them, surveillance “on” 24/7. It’s an insidious view perpetuated in the illusion of controlling the narrative, the look, the movements, etc. It’s outwitting the “enemy,” outmaneuvering the “other.” It’s living forever as Lord of Lords, or victim of victims. It’s growing hunger for a sense of power, or weakness. Does this appetite end?
A hungry soul withers on the breast of the world, sucking itself into a glut or a ravine. The world offers so much “food,” and as you partake in the empty calories, the vacuity increases to proportions unseen.
The unaware can suck the very life out of their souls! But what can you do when the quick and the dead are polarizing examples of One Life? The New World is Life within. Life without leaves you ravenous. I don’t renounce it, however. It’s beautiful to touch and play, lightly.
No shunning, but the tit of the world is endlessly empty. The one, true succulence of fulfillment is endlessly full. To which do you turn, or return daily?
The umbilical cord isn’t severed. The breast of the world is a decoy.
The Breast of Life is The One Nourishing Truth and suckling the life out of a lie. Partake in The New World. The decoy is starving the old world, yet our lips seem glued to it. But who cares? You cannot escape your ultimate demise.