Chapter 11:

The Nameless World

The Land Called Myself

I know you can’t see it, but right now, you’re happy.

You feel the something as it passes through you. You taste the nothing as it rises within you. And no matter where you look, all you see is the opposite of everything. No ▇▇▇. No ▇▇. Just you, and only you. That is all that belongs here: you, and your happiness.

This is where you go when you close your ▇▇. That is to say, when you cease to see. It is so very foolish to describe it further. After all, that’s just the appeal of this “place” if you can even call it that- it lacks the confusion of interpreting a real “world” with ▇▇▇, ▇▇▇, and ▇▇▇ dirtying it.

Your life is yours. Not ▇▇▇. It no longer belongs to that one- to that name. Just you. And it doesn’t belong to anyone else either. Any ▇▇▇- any thing you knew before wasn’t part of you. It was a horrible something meant to confuse and belittle you.

Your ego tore you apart. It made you into something you weren’t. That’s what all things try to do. They try to become something. For no reason, just because they think they want to, or often, that they have to. But that’s all a lie.

This is the truth. What you feel right now, this is the most honest version of what you misnamed as ▇▇▇. Go ahead… bask in it.

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𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪.

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𝕀 𝕊𝔸𝕀𝔻, 𝕀’𝕄 ℕ𝕆𝕋 ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐.

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𝕀 ℍ𝔸𝕋𝔼 𝕀𝕋 ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼!

𝕀 𝔻𝕆ℕ’𝕋 𝕃𝕀𝕂𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℂ𝔼!

𝕋𝔸𝕂𝔼 𝕄𝔼 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂!

𝕀 𝕎𝔸ℕℕ𝔸 𝔾𝕆 𝔹𝔸ℂ𝕂!

Why are you so ungrateful?

Didn’t you want to be happy?

𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘.

𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕁𝕌𝕊𝕋 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 “𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪.”

𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 ▇▇,𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀’𝕞 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 ▇▇▇. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥- 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕖.

How very talkative you’ve gotten. Almost like a ▇▇▇. But you aren’t ▇▇▇. And you won’t be happy in that fake, bright world. This is your only salvation.

As soon as you left the place you were born from, what did you find? Nothing but sadness and anger. Look at you. You’ve grown uglier and uglier by the day.

𝕐𝕠𝕦’𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕘. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖. 𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣. 𝕀’𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤. 𝔸 𝕘𝕠𝕒𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜 𝕥𝕠𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤.

I’m not talking about your “home.”

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You suffer because you were made.

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You were created.

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You exist.

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That’s why you’re in pain.

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You don’t know what you want.