Hey Andrew,

First, I’ve got to hand it to you: comparing me to someone hopped up on cocaine is a pretty original take. Now, ignoring the fact that my "superstar" days have long since passed and no blow was involved, let’s dive into the meat of your concerns—because I’m not here to just wave them away with some sanitized spiritual platitudes. You’re right, by the way, about one thing: this world is complicated. Oh, absolutely. It’s an impenetrable jungle of ideas, beliefs, and systems, most of which seem to exist to keep things messy and muddy. And you know what? That’s what makes it one hell of a stage for this weird little cosmic drama we’re all engulfed in.

But here’s where you seem to want to draw a line in the sand. You’re playing a game where you assume that I’m “trying to communicate” with someone. As in, there’s a you reading and a me writing, and we’re just a couple of dudes lobbing concepts back and forth, right?

Here's the rub: none of that adds up. Not if you're willing to question the things you believe about how this game is set up:

• Yes, this world is big and complicated and can deceive you. But it only deceives because there's something grasping for meaning here, something attached to the idea that it's real. Where does that come from? Who needs this to be real?

• If there’s no “you,” then who gets fried when nuclear bombs drop? The question reveals the attachment. What you're really asking is: if I don’t exist, why do I feel this all so intensely, right?

You’ve got the fear part down: something’s wrong; things could get worse; we better learn the truth before it’s too late. I get it. Hell, we’ve all been there. The dread-tinged program running on loop in the background providing an ever-present soundtrack to your day-to-day.

But here’s the catch: All of that—all of it—rests on the assumption that there’s someone here to evolve, to be deceived, to be destroyed. You’re giving full prime-time ticket sales to a shadow—something you think needs to get it right before the end credits roll. That’s where the real deception comes in. The bomb might drop. The world might be big and difficult to grasp. But if who you are ceases to hinge on any of those externals…

Well, the joke’s been on you all along.

So look, Andrew, I get it. You want to start with "learning the truth." But go further than just gnawing on scraps the world throws at you. Truth doesn’t care about thoughts. It doesn’t care about learning. It won’t wait for you to evolve. Whatever it is you’re banking on—being the guy who figures it all out—is just you working harder to avoid the one thing Truth really asks of you:

Stop pretending you’re there to catch it.

I don’t expect you to just nod and go, "Well, that was enlightening!" Actually, that would be worse. If my ramblings have left you more confused than before, then I’m doing something right.

Cheers! 🎭