Imagine you have a condo you've lived in for 5 years, you accumulate things overtime that takes up space here and there, some useful, others meaningful, some memories bad some good, and all of the sudden, it all sets on fire, and turns to ash, the walls are fine, everythig is still there except all the things are now standing ashes, phantoms of themselves, that crumble into dust the minute you touch them. Eventually it all crumbles, and you are left with nothing but an empty space. You let go of the ash, clean it all out, and you're left with empty space. Ask a real estate agent what kind of reaction they observe from someone looking at an empty space.
All you Are is empty space, smile
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