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The Man in the Middle of the Room
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A man is sat in the middle of a large empty room. This is his home and he eats, sleeps and thinks his thoughts on the chair in the middle of the room. There is a large brown door to the right of him that he uses to go into the world for work and pleasure. Every time he returns he sits in the middle of the room contemplating his misery and regrets how the world has treated him so cruelly. He keeps on wishing he was rich and could show the world how great he really is. Alas, for many years, things go from bad to worse and his depressions multiply.

One night just before he went to sleep he felt a strange sensation come over his whole being. He could not remember what he dreamt that night but it seemed he was in a magical place that granted wishes. The next morning he awoke and found the room filled with treasure chests brimming with gold coins. At first he could not believe what he saw. He walked around the room and started to smother himself with all the gold. He filled a few bags and went outside to spend his new found wealth. It was not long before he found out that all he had gained was fools gold and had no value. He realized anything had bought needed to be returned immediately and he needed to get back home as soon as possible.

Once home, he sat in his chair with all the fools gold laid out before him. He sat there for many years and grew old in miserable discontentment. He grew weak and frail and had but a few hours to live. All of a sudden he became aware of a light breeze on is neck. It had always been there but this was the first time he acknowledged it. He turned to his left and noticed a bright green door in the corner. He felt it beckoning him to open it and walk through. He staggered over to the door and as he approached it swung open. He walked through and to his amazement it was a world filled with the treasures of the universe. Love and joy flowed freely. There were mountains made of diamonds and rubies. Real gold was piled high on every street corner. Wow he thought, why didn't I discover this soon. And in flash the mortality ended and he left earth for his everlasting home that did not require a seat in the middle of the room.

In this world, which we deem to be real, there is another world that runs parallel? World one is finite, world two is infinite. One holds intellectual reasoning and logic. The other is overflowing with truth. World one can be guided by world two, however, many people try to manipulate world two to fit into world ones logic and reason. This is called mirror image living and humanity has been stuck in it for 5000 years or more. As time goes on, the sophisticated brain gets worse, not better, at trying to avoid the pitfalls of previous generations. The reason being humanity is hell bent on showing world two that it knows better and recreate truth to fit its wants and demands. It is clear this does not and cannot work for any extended period. As humanity comes ever closer to being the cause of its own extinction one can only hope that one day, someone in power may say, perhaps we have got it wrong and there is a better way.

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27-Jun-2020
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