Suddenly I'm on the outside. And everything inside is exactly as it was, except bathed in perfect light. Everything is perfect and there has never been anything wrong. Why was I so upset, so twisted up about things! How did I not see how rich I am. What wonderland had been laid out for me! And I spent years gazing at my shoes and feeling sad or happy, responding to little stimuli, telling stories. Wrapped up, locked up from the full, voluptuous, dream fluff, magic universe that can never hurt me. Because whatever is, whatever appears to happen, is the dream and because it is, it is perfect. By virtue of being, it is right. Except nothing really is and the opposite couldn't be wrong. The concepts don't apply anymore. So there's no mechanism to even question anything. It just is. Appears to be. And I just watch. And I can interact, through this avatar who I sort of love. That brat though, she really took herself for a ride. Oh the trouble she created for herself. It's all so funny now. I laughed so hard. Just like I thought I would when I died. Just like I think everyone will when they die. They'll all get the joke, and they won't be mad about it at all. They'll say how perfect, what a perfect trick! And that's why I can't even fathom feeling sorry for anyone having a bad time. They'll laugh so hard before too long.