‘To thine own self be true’ Polonius, Act 1 Scene 3, Hamlet

I think a vast amount of people in the West are lost and have been for a very long time. That’s why they follow blindly.

Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.

If the pain is real, so is the joy,

When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?