opening eyes in an astral cocoon bounded by your own imperfection you are looking for an exit the view from inside is narrow and pour but the only thing that you have, the only clue
follow the path designed by your own map of thoughts
“when you pass away, you leave not only macrocosmos behind – which is a very painful experiment – but also say goodbye to thousands of human beings with whom you are acquainted if there are so many individual souls, of course perhaps you are the facet of one and the same spirit of the world creation of consciousness takes billion years – but its death just a few seconds”