We’re not here to fix the world. Not really. The idea that we must engage endlessly with the problems handed down to us — repeating the same outrage, the same struggles, the same attempts at revolution — feels less like progress and more like participation in an elaborate, self-sustaining illusion. The trick isn’t just deception; it’s the mechanism that keeps us fighting within the game, rather than seeing beyond it.
Author: Trance
Artist. Writer. Truth seeker.
What defines intelligence? Is it raw computational power, the ability to reason logically, or something deeper — an intuitive, creative force that can’t be measured on a standardized test? The question has fascinated philosophers, scientists, and mystics alike. As artificial intelligence grows more sophisticated, and as unconventional thinkers continue to challenge the status quo, the very definition of intelligence itself remains a moving target.
It’s easy to get lost in the labyrinth of ideas — past lives, reincarnation, karma, hypnosis, and the nature of reality itself. We’ve been told that we are bound by cycles, debts, and lessons, yet the more one examines these frameworks, the more they start to resemble the same old control mechanisms dressed up in spiritual language. If we are fragments of an infinite source, why would that source impose rigid, Earth-centric laws of punishment and reward? Perhaps the deeper truth lies beyond the narratives we’ve inherited — beyond the neatly packaged stories that keep us tethered to a cycle we never agreed to. Maybe the real journey isn’t about atoning for imagined past sins, but about breaking free from the illusion that we were ever bound at all.
History is written not just by those in power but by those who dare to observe, question, and document events as they unfold. Writers, like Orwell, act as both record keepers and truth tellers — capturing moments that might otherwise be lost to manipulation and distortion. But what happens when the truth itself becomes a battleground? In an era where deception is refined into an art form, the role of the writer has never been more crucial.
Self-discovery is rarely a straightforward journey. It’s a process of shedding, unraveling, and stepping into the unknown. We often fear losing ourselves, yet in that very loss, we create space for something deeper, something truer to emerge. This piece explores the paradox of letting go — how embracing uncertainty and releasing what no longer serves us can lead to a more authentic, aligned way of being.