There are many, many, many worlds branching out at each moment you become aware of your environment and then make a choice.
We have collectively and constantly created and are creating the world we exist in, who knows who really authored what. If every success is someone else’s failure, and failure someone else’s success, how then can we not all be part of the manifested.
What is a word? What is the word death without its meaning to us? What is the word life without it’s meaning to us? Is it meaningless? Does it in fact have less meaning? Less meaning implies opposition. Less meaning than what? What is life or death without the meaning we attach to it. Without the words life or death, If In fact we knew them not, what then would they be? The answer is simple, nothing... no thing. So then what is a word, if not a fabrication made to solve the problem of not knowing. Not knowing is the beautiful landscape of life, of being. We act like we know what death is, and go on experiencing it while we think we are living. The word for this is irony or more specifically tragedy.
The self or ego is like an honorary diploma. It may hold the title of master or doctorate but it is in fact weightless and is actually “doctored” perception and a “master” of disguise, nothing more.
If all of the people in the world understood the perpetual essence of existence, that is to say, to be truly conscious at once, or even experience satori for a moment, collectively, It would be such a surprise to many that we would likely experience a very silent and still earth for at least a moment. It would be a connected senselessness, and an indescribable illumination and awakening.
To be great is to be a fruit from the tree of life. If you squeeze a “great,” guess what comes out? Greatness. Most people live their lives without knowing that they are the roots of this tree, and the fruit that the branches of life help to grow.