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 Swaggin up on a Wednesday afternoon. Feel the groove of a Saturday beat bumpin my mood. Swaggery swag McSwaggerson. Swooooogle. Swaaaaaaaaaaaaaagacity. Here's the deal. It goes like this: 
The sky veils the starlight while the sun travels above. The moon holds the light of the Sun and reflects it to the Earth during the night. The blue of the sky fades as the sun passes beyond the horizon. During the day we can see mountains and trees at a distance During the day we see the Earth. If there are not clouds we see the sun overhead. It is yellow and also red. During the day we see rivers flowing from high up to low. The rivers flow into the ocean. Water collects in pools that are often full of fish and other life. Plants grow out of the ground. Animals eat these plants to survive. Other animals eat those animals to survive. Some animals crawl, some animals walk, other animals fly. Birds have wings. They use these wings to fly through the sky. Plants and animals are born, they live, and they die. Then more plants and animals are born and they live and then they die. The sun goes up and the sun passes through the sky, sometimes higher and sometimes lower, then sets behind the Earth. The moon rises and travels through the sky as well. Sometimes in the sky when the Sun is also in the sky. It sets as well. The stars shift during the night as well. The Earth travels around the sun as do other planets and bodies in our solar system. Everything we see has movement. Everything we see was made of other things before it became what it is now. Everything comes into being, moves around for a while, and then ceases to exist. It passes on changing into something else, almost as if it never was anything to begin with. If you look closely, things are changing all the time. Shifting and reorganizing. We imagine that life is fixed, that form is fixed. That things have substance. We imagine that we can grasp the Universe. That we can grasp life. That life is unchanging. That we are selves are unchanging. We imagine that we are something. We think we are something, someone. I wonder if we are anything or anyone at all. I wonder if we even exist as we think we do. I wonder if anything that we see exists as we think it does. I think that how it is, is beyond understanding. And any structure we impose on it is in a way worthless and obfuscates what really is going on right now. I do not think we can understand this world or even understand ourselves. I think this may be impossible. Is impossible and irrelevant. I think our imagination, our perception is illusory and not real. Yet it is all we have. The world that we see when we look out with our eyes, our thoughts, our feelings, and our senses is all we have whether or not it is real. What we do with what we perceive is up to us, and I think we are hopelessly limited because we are human beings. I think we cannot avoid trouble or suffering and that there is no legitimate reason why we should feel the need to do so. These are simply our existence. We do not need a utopia or a paradise. We really don't need anything at all. At least in the ultimate sense. There is no ultimate sense.  What we need are the things that human beings are in need of. Physical security, socialization. That's about it. Perhaps understanding our place in the universe. Which seems to be what I am aiming towards right now. It appears as though we are self-conscious and that we are sensitive. We have an interface through which we see the world. This interface is apparently complex and yet it is flawed. We do not often see things as they are. This is simply how human beings function. We feel the need to overcome this because we are afraid of suffering. We are afraid of death. Because of this fear, we feel we need to arrive at a place where suffering and death cannot touch us. We imagine that this is a real place and we give artificial importance to arriving at this place. But we do not need to arrive at this place, we never possessed the inferiority that we imagine keeps us from being there. We never had or never can be lacking in any real sense that keeps us from being whole or complete. Lack is contrived. All ideas are contrived, that is why they are ideas. Our whole attempt to become better, to become complete or fulfilled is completely imaginary and in doing so we are taking steps that ultimately lead to nowhere, because ultimately does not exist. Perfection does not exist. The self that we imagine can lead us permanently away from suffering does not exist. We cannot see that we are hallucinating because we are so afraid and so sure of ourselves, that we never stop to see if what we are trying to do can even be done, or if it truly meaningful in any way. We don't realize that we are completely missing the point and that we are lost in our own imagination. In a world that doesn't exist. All we have is our experience right now. This is what is real. It is real because it simply is. All our believing, all our fixed views are religious and non-real. They are contrived and most of humanity is lost in them. This idea of I and me and mine. And you and her and this and that. This way, that way, not this way, not that way. Clouds in the mind. And also apart of the landscape we inhabit. 
Can we escape suffering? Can we perfect ourselves? Does I even exist? What's the point of doing anything if we as an imagined separate self do not exist to begin with? There is no point. There is no purpose, there is no way. Because we can't change who we are because we never existed to begin with.