Time

Time is an illusion, just like the rest of it. But, there is a certain amount of reality and content to this illusion. One of which is time. There is no possible way that you could waste something that doesn't exist, or on the other hand, exists in infinite amounts. What are you doing with yours? 

There is an old saying from the Tao Te Ching,  "Those who know don't talk. Those who talk don't know."... Well, I seem to have backed myself into a corner. Either I shut up or come clean. After the author wrote that, he continued with about 5,000 words about 'it'. Maybe he knew, maybe he didn't know. Perhaps he was just pointing to the paradox of it all. Does it really matter? What do you really know? I mean really, really know? That you exists? Maybe, maybe not. I wouldn't be so sure. 'I think, therefore I am' should have been, 'I am, therefore I think.'. But if you are just a result of thought, you are pretty intangible and inconsequential. 

What you think is you is, perhaps, a collection of memories that are of no consequence whatsoever. What would that mean? Maybe 'stop trying to be somebody'. What unbelievable amounts of energy go into our nothingness trying to be a somethingness. Give up. It's not so bad to be nothing. From there you can truly be everything. Just be prepared to lose everything in order to gain it all. It was only an illusion that you ever had anything anyways. Stop reading this blog, go back upon yourself and ask 'What is true?'. There is no answer here, or anywhere other than in what you think is you. Absolutely nothing here is true, so what is? Don't tell me, find out for yourself and yourself only.