And you open the door and you step inside
We're inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That's right . . .
Your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light

I don't think so

This is your life
Good to the last drop
It doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar
This isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything you are free to do anything

Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that
You are useless

I say, let me never be complete
I say, may I never be content
I say, deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say, deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth

I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall as they may

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