If the universe is within me, why do I search for things outside of me?

As our heads are attached to our bodies we are constantly fighting a losing battle in our search for ultimate clarity, for as a sapient and sentient thing, such is our innate predisposition to worry about nothing of any necessary value.

If mother worried, and mother’s mother worried, and mother’s mother’s mother worried, and so on dating all the way back to when cave mommy made hanky pankies with cave daddy, they worried.

Consequently, worrying is in the humanoid bloodline, and therefore unequivocally a form of our genetic make-up, and will parasitically reside within us.

The key to success then is not in the acquiring of things, or the company of others in order to bury our deepest and darkest of worries and sufferings,

but rather having equanimity in said sufferings and worries, and finding awareness of the universe from within.

By putting said awareness into action, one will have found simplicities of the mind, and ultimately discover one’s solace in solitude.

Sharing a life with another is only another paradox of the mind; for such seems and may even feel healing toward the worries of the mind, but in actuality, such only place a little bandaid on the deep rooted and darkest sufferings of the mind, that only the man-woman in their solace in solitude can truly cure.