When named, a thing loses its beauty. Ego names so it can manipulate with precision. Because it's trying to keep things from getting knotted. But ego's presence itself is what's causing the knots.
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The point is not to change your level of radiance, e.g. how famous you are, how much "you" is seen by others. It is to remove the distortion, which can be done at any level of radiance.
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You can remove the distortion both at the dark end and the light end with different pros and cons for each path
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At the bright end, you'll realize that no matter where you go, who you're with, or how much money or status you have. Nothing changes. Your happiness always ends up at the same base level. You realize the futility of chasing external things.
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At the dark end it's far less easy to be dazzled by distortion and illusion. You're less likely to fall into the trap of chasing higher highs which can lead you on decade long goose chases.
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Because distortion and non-distortion look the same in the dark, you also bump into moments of beauty more often. Though they're small matchstick fires. The depressive artist sees these brief moments of beauty and tries to shine it into the world.
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'Successful' artists inspire the crowd to wave their lighters in the air. They create a sea of small flames, that then extinguish.
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Though beautiful, they never found a fuel source and their light went out. They kept trying to make things catch fire. They kept trying to make it into the world. They forgot that they themselves were all that they needed.
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Artists that succeed in catching fire don't stay artists. Their passion has connected to their lives. They're far more like Da Vince or Steve Jobs.
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For artists who never catch fire their legacy lives on though. Like buried flint and stone, they recreate sparks lifetime after lifetime.
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Nowadays we're in a sea of constant sparks, firework after firework. Never ending, yet also never warm. Just smoke, loud sounds, and blinding light.
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This fuel to burn. It has gone. We have lost ourselves, by trying to find ourselves. Chasing the sparks, we wandered away from the warmth. We wanted to be cool. Now look... the sun is setting. A new day tomorrow.
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