And so, I said to myself,

“Self — and I knew it was me coz I recognized my voice… and was wearing my underwear —

What the fuck are you doing?”

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It’s a game, dude.

This whole thing. You, being here… having this experience. Actually, it is whatever you say it is.

That’s how this works.

That’s also the point.

You’re getting exactly what you want. Even if you don’t like it.

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We’re constantly talking ourselves into and out of everything we want. On autopilot. An act we’ve rehearsed to perfection.

So good at being who we’ve become that we think that’s who we are.

It’s not.

It’s a perspective. One that works well enough to survive.

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If you only knew what you were actually doing… and how it worked…

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I do.

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Took apart the whole thing. Worked it back together, time and time again, until the pieces fit.

As I knew they would.

After all, it was I that watched them fall away.

I wrote it down. What you’re doing, how it works, and how to do it at will.

Curious… how good could you stand it?