"If what I am saying is true, you would think there would be dancing in the streets, but that’s not the case."
Predictions and Assumptions
Substantiating the self, aka ‘the ego,’ is job one in life. Everyone gets to do it, some more than others. It is “the Main Event” in life. Since it can only be a parody in a charade, it is “Mission Impossible,” which makes it pure comedy. No one can substantiate the self, which provides the incentive to prove truth is false. Time features all the ways we try to substantiate the self, and how we obscure the fact it can’t be done. Most suffering stems from our refusal to accept the fact it isn’t possible to substantiate something that doesn’t exist. At low levels, this is comedic, but when substantiation resorts to confirmation via violence, what was funny turns into ‘tragedy.’ Tragedy is comedy run amok. We don’t really want to ‘hurt the ones we love,’ but when it comes to defending the lie the self is real, all bets are off.
The defense of the fiction the self is real dominates realty because reality is the setting for this charade. This is where that happens. For example, no one has low esteem, but how many of us rely on ‘low esteem’ to prolong the fiction the self we have is real because it has ‘flaws and defects.’ How many of us defend the fiction the self is real by insisting we are flawed beings?
The defense of the fiction the self is real comes as a complete package, requiring the story you assemble about the self you insist you have, and a skit to deliver your parody about some kind of a self. It should come as no surprise that at the core of our skit lurks our predilection for “The Victim Parody,” which services the fiction the self is real and something is wrong with the one we have. If all of that is made up to service the fiction the self is real, you are looking down the barrel of a charade. The problem is, truth exposes the unwanted fact that no one has anything wrong with them, not even when the are ‘disabled.’ If this is true, then time provides the space for us to substantiate that the self we have is ‘damaged.’
If what I am saying is true, you would think there would be dancing in the streets, but that’s not the case: defending the fiction the self is real takes precedence over everything, and, more often that not, everyone, especially when duality turns ugly.
Egocentricity is the cornerstone of our reality. In defense of the self, we are famous for making ‘predictions,’ as if we have special powers to see how events will turn out. We are inundated with Nostradamus types, busy banging tables to emphasize their perspicacity. This is a very funny skit you can witness day in and day out, starting with your own brand of ‘grandstanding.’
We don’t judge people: we judge the skit they occupy in defense of the fiction the self is real. Reality is awash in undocumented assumptions, based on false conclusions about the skit someone occupies to defend the fiction the self is real. Is Helen a ‘bad person,’ or does Helen’s skit feature her ‘playing the part of a bad person’ in defense of the fiction the self is real? If no one has a self, how can a self be ‘bad?’ It takes a whole lot of drama to drag out that skit for a lifetime, and that’s not some artifact; it defines what’s going on in our reality. Reality provides the setting for us to defend the fiction the self is real. Since no skit can cancel truth, the defense of the fiction the self is real is a full time charade.
When truth comes into focus, you pay attention to our devotion to the fiction a skit will prove the self is real. No one can pull ahead in this charade because the goal we pursue doesn’t exist. The seeing of this provides the doorway to ‘understanding,’ and compassion for all the players.