Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun.
Climbing up Cold Mountain path,
Cold Mountain path goes on and on;
Long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
Wide creek and mist-blurred grass.
Moss is slippery though theres been no rain
Pine sings but theres no wind.
Who can leap the world’s ties
And sit with me among white clouds?
The world is like a ride in an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it’s real because that’s how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it’s very brightly colored and it’s very loud and it’s fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time and they begin to question, is this real, or is this just a ride? And other people have remembered, and they come back to us - they say, “Hey - don’t worry, don’t be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride…” And we… kill those people.
'We have a lot invested in this ride! Shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry. Look at my big bank account and my family. This just has to be real.' …Just a ride. But we always kill those good guys who try and tell us that. And let the demons run amok. But it doesn't matter, because: It's just a ride. And we can change it anytime we want.
It’s only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings and money. A choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love, instead, see all of us as one.
Here’s what we can do to change the world, right now, to a better ride. Take all that money that we spend on weapons and defences each year and instead spend it feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world - which it would many times over, not one human being excluded - and we could explore space, together, both inner and outer, forever. In peace.