To the Master and the Maker:

There comes a time when all the roads and the paths come to a point. A fork in the ways. A crossing of thought, time and reality.

All things happen for a reason. The pain, sorrow, fear, pleasures, pursuits, passions.

We wander this life looking for meaning once had, now lost. There is nothing special or sacred to find out in the physical world.

All that we see, feel, hear, taste and smell can never tell the whole truth. All that is true - all that is real, exists within ourselves.

Choice is an illusion. You are but a small and insignificant part of a larger order. You are born of order and can only exist as order. Good, bad, right, wrong is a concept unknown in an orderly system.

There is nothing to do, to understand, to control. What must happen, will happen; what you must do, you will do.

Be the order, love thy self, drop judgement, 1 with now. I am separate; we are together; 1 is whole. 1 is real.