We are all fools. We are all fooling our self. We are all in the same boat, but some of us know about it and some of us don’t.

However, the moment you fully realize that you have deceived yourself, you are not deceived anymore, simply because you know now that you have been deceived. It can be an extremely unpleasant experience. So you desperately grasp for another illusion, something to hold on to, almost anything will do, and the story repeats itself, over and over again.

Eventually, after a number of terrible blows, all bullshit is burned off and you will be born again, like the Phoenix. Now you will not be anybody's fool any more, not even your own, at least not in five hundred years. This can happen when you are in your twenties or in your seventies, or it may not happen at all. Maybe most people die without knowing that they have have been completely fooled all along.

Why is life set up this way? I have no idea. How can one part of me fool another part? Are there really two or more different me’s. Are there really a swindler and someone who is being swindled? Who is that fool that let himself be swindled so easily? Why are we so easily deceived by our self?