They say that someone who lives in a glass house should not throw stones ... I'm telling you, throw rocks... and let them throw stones at you... and let them break your glass house... let the stones destroy your glass prison of lies and illusions.
Nirvana and all the other varieties of Paradise are good, of course, but against their background, the real world turns into hell. Paradise is like a prison. Paradise is a space around fire, surrounded on all sides by a wall of darkness. The idea of Paradise turns the real world into hell and darkness, which is a lie, because reality is the true Paradise.
We notice that in General the universe is friendly to those who look at it with hope. In fact, the universe is friendly to everyone, but many people, falling into pride, begin to close and build walls around themselves. It is difficult to help someone who has built a prison around himself.
The essence of alcohol is not that it gives joy, but that it is a chain that binds a person who has no love in order to turn his thirst for power over reality into an illusion. In fact, an alcoholic is a prisoner in a prison of Vice. Why was he punished? Because there is no love in it. For the fact that he loves himself alone and nothing more.
What is Vice? A breath of freedom? A walk in the prison courtyard? Vice seems virtuous. The man himself put on the chains, and a good Vice periodically allows them to be removed. The secret is that the devil is a liar, at first he deceived you by saying that you were in chains, he made you suffer. And now he's drugging you, drinking in your love like a vampire, draining you of time and energy.
Pride is when sheep and sheep do not like the shepherd, treat him negatively, try to run away, are dissatisfied that they are sheared and milked… The shepherd, of course, does not care what the sheep think. For the most discontented there are dogs. On the other hand, it is one thing when a RAM lives and rejoices, and another when its life is suffering.
You should restrain your fear. You should restrain your joys... and fears are lies, and joys are lies. Lies are characterized by emotional overkill, compared to the moderation of the real world. Against the background of an overdose of emotions, the real world pales and becomes extremely uninteresting. Against the background of losing the love of life, life turns into hell.
The heaviness of being is generated by the absence of love, that is, by all that you do not love. If you love your cross, it will be light, and if you don't love it, it will be terribly heavy. The point is that you can't throw away your cross, because your cross is your meaning of life. If you try to throw away your cross, you will go mad with pain and become a slave to Vice.