The play of life

How does one ego, which knows it doesn't exist, function healthily, whilst surrounded by bullshit ego's which think they do exist? is that, the $100 million dollar question? 99.9999% of the world is completely insane, and the secret for you is to pretend you are insane also. Go along with the bullshit because you happen to (more or less) be here for the present moment. Just remember you know you are acting, they don't know they are acting, and that is the insanity. Do what you have been doing all along, just knowing it's an act. You are pretending you, and they, really exist. No wonder people feel like fakes, we are all fakes. You can never leave the theatre (of the absurd), might as well be a good actor in the play of life. 

a -post spiritual story

-The man hated the stage, left it, went in search, found dead ends, gave up, left the theatre, then found himself still here, left theatre again, still here, and again, still here, then 'cogito', total download, but then he had to become that, so then still here but now some sense of needing to clear up his mess. He didn't understand a damned thing, didn't get 'oneness', didn't know it was all him, only knew nothing 'here' was real, all a figment of his imagination, like some emanation of consciousness, there's no-one here, but I AM. This is what was referred to as enlightenment (which of course doesn't exist).