In weak and sensual natures, a drop in their self-esteem kills any joy in life, and provokes thoughts of suicide. It is worth such a person to fall from the height of their illusions or break their glass house, and all ... the unbearable pressure on their loved one will suffocate miserably with their own hands.
Life is really a dream. Sleep is a game, and all our goals, worries, joys, and anxieties are only ephemeral illusions. On the other hand, what do you think reality is like? What will happen to you when you Wake up? Reality is a blank slate, and you are a killer who needs to kill time. Your dreams should be cherished and valued. Your dreams and illusions are the only things you have.
Repentance is all words in reverse. Everything you thought was true is a lie, and everything you thought was false is the truth. Our task is to break the glass house of illusions, but to break and not to cry, but to break and rejoice. The killer is happy. The destruction of illusions is joyous.
Liars live in a glass ball of their illusions. A collision with the truth is like a stone flying into a glass and breaking it. Liars fear the truth, and who in anger, who in horror be going on it or from it. Lies hate the truth.