"I'm very dependent on materialistic matter. Everything is moving. Maybe an illusion."
That was insane. Felt insane. Insanity has proven mankind that the control this human race has on anything is completely illusory. Almost every moment we teeter on chaos and oblivion. But that fine night, I asked myself, with my infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference for positivity might be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of my life as a whole.
Well, the world itself can be illusory and there is nothing wrong in being so. It's what humans want. It's what we expect. This lets us down.
"One day everything will be alright." This is our hope.
"Everything is fine now." This is our illusion.
These various illusions are an illusion itself and they will be omnipresent. Whereas reality exists permanently. Despite the facade. You live. Despite the facade.
Question this illusion of yours. Kill this facade of indifference.