Thought can put together really fantastic stories. Just look what it does during REM sleep.

They revolve around a thinker, the bearer of sorrow and fear.

The thinker is a superproduct of thought, an illusion, a non-fact.

But yet this anxiety makes us run like monkeys in a circus.

Seeking objects and never finding peace.

Trying to control things is like grasping hot pieces of coal.

While everything is a miracle.

For one who doesn't look for anything special.

In the freedom and silence of Unitary Perception