
When the illusory construed reality turns into a dark comedy, it might be an appropriate moment to wake up.

When the illusory construed reality turns into a dark comedy, it might be an appropriate moment to wake up.

My brother; a Doctor of Philosophy.
We uncover grains of sand beneath an upturned stone, or perhaps dust, and we go on upturning that as well. In a world where there are more galaxies and universes than grains of sand on all the beaches combined (Śākyamuni), conquering the conquerer is true conquest.
Pleading the night to take us along