All thoughts are like the weather, they come and go.
The thoughts are reactions to situations of series of events. They build up to feel like a wall of reality - and illusory wall.
Can I take the bricks out of my wall?
Can I just kick the fucker down.
[and yes I noticed, big time, the lack of kindness in this statement and the fucker is, of course, created by me - its what I have been calling myself].
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