There is nothing else.

Because of modern ‘developments’, what was once possible in our stage of evolution is not anymore, and where once we were capable we are no more.

This is why I haven’t written readily as of late. The blinding of the soul and spirit by the smartphone revolution is so great that I rarely see any of the clarities that once propelled me to and fro.

Now I move by state of either necessity or accident. Actions are so long drawn-out that the sensation of synchronicity is behind me, and I am becoming more of a cog in this machine that I worked for most of my life against being a part of.

I am encapsulated in a seeming endless state of disassociation and not-really-feeling. I am not there. I am not here. I am not, I just am not.

And does this lead me anywhere? Does it help when I remember all these times of past that were so rich with vitality, that seem almost like scenes from a movie that have nothing at all to do with me except for that there’s an emotive response I feel, deep inside me, that overrides everything else and makes these thoughts become worthless?
What is it all worth, if anything at all?

Is this an explosion of the anatma, the true realisation of the non-self? Or is it sensual apathy, nothingness brought on by a society of pseudo-everythingness existence?

Hare Krishna. Hare Rama. There is nothing else.