"Questioning the fabric of reality can led you to either madness or the truth and the funny thing is that you won't know which is which." -- Lex Fridman...

Knotted wood with odd streaks of brown hue, useful for many a thing to do. Building a desk, feeding a fire; so many possibilities, one can never tire.   While its static form seems not to change, what happens below its surface is beyond imagination's range: The atoms are dancing to the music of electrons as compounds are mating as they have for eons.   The wood is never in a state of pause, it's a marvel beyond words and without flaws....

Under the sun and without the self we would surely starve to death. Those who forget we are the soul cannot survive death, the black hole....

All there is is is Is is ever-changing and always the same Is is finite and infinite Is is temporary and eternal Is cannot be compared to anything Is is not part of anything Is is not missing anything Is is whatever you think it is Is is nothing you think it is Is cannot be described Is is what it is whatever it is Is is who you are Is is perfect Is is nothing Is is the everything Is is the is....