thought n.3 - the cask

What is this cask of me? Is it the body? Is the body just a machine to fulfill one’s desires by doing things that make sense in physical reality? What about the turmoil? Is it all made up? Made up from what? Does it fit the identification of us if we choose it, or does it get embedded into the cask throughout growing up? What is “us”? Our spiritual selves, but then we live a human experience - so what is the difference, and what is the truth? Is the spiritual body obsolete? Is it just a tool to get closer to the truth of our own human experience? Or does that make us selfish? Is this the collective or a bunch of individuals? Is the path so diverse, you can make literally anything you want with it?

Because nothing makes sense in the end.

You better be doing something close to who you are.

The hardship comes with the realization that you’re everything.