And what ideas fill your world?

And what ideas fill your world? What thoughts grow strong on your energy? Fleeting moths, flashing like lightning, that find a home with no master in your mechanized structure of rigid rationality. To what convictions do you bow, defending them as truths?

Look closely at what you believe. Only words, only colors, only emotions. And you, without reflection, hand them the controls of your actions. You go blind before their speeches, you get carried away by their glitter. What you're sure of, what you build your life on, is nothing but a passing visitor that dazzles you at the edge of the cliff.

Step back from your world without drifting off to your moon. Joyfully turn the fog in your head into the clarity of your heart. Build trust in yourself by questioning everything you claim to be. Throw out everything you can throw out, and then everything else too.

Then what's left is abstract freedom and concrete reality. Then what's left is you, naked before the infinite. Then, without limits, you are.