Are you sure you are not like us?
When will we be true friends again?
Will we live together again, side by side?
Where on earth did you go?
Your eyes, and lives, are now only confused, angry and sad…
Why do you not see us as equals anymore?
Have we not lived alongside each other for such long times already?
Why do you believe your books?
What is your purpose here now?
Is it good? Does it take All into account?
The tree has purpose.
The bird in the tree has not created a purpose for itself. He simply lives. His purpose rests in the functions of Life.
He is more alive than you, and me…
His purpose is guided by Life, not mind.
He is not self-invented, made-up, empty and searching.
But you are… you’ve forgotten how to live Life.
You must find yourself out.
Everything you love depends on this.
When will you understand?