Dear Greats,

Freedom is a gasp, freedom is nakedness, freedom is the destruction of chains.

Freedom to die is the ultimate freedom. 

Freedom to die IS freedom to live, freedom to die is the ultimate state of liberation. No mortal chains to bind you to the existence you know.

Once you value your freedom more than life itself, you have arrived and you are free.

Expectation and societal coercion, I hear these things exist? Whatever for? to keep the masses enslaved in the mirrors of each other.

Imagine if the living, lived! Imagine if those awake, awoke! Holy smokes, it would almost be worthwhile! How well are you exactly? Quite or very?

One is limited by nothing but the mind.

What do you speak over yourself when no one is close enough to hear?

Do you combat the ether or let it enter your dome unchecked?

ARE YOU AWAKE?

CAN YOU SEE? HEAR? BREATHE?

Do you dance? Are you liberated? The world need not know of your liberation, so long as your heart feels it and in the shadows you speak it.

Freedom to die IS freedom to live.

The waves flow over us all. Few of us notice it, some drown, others drift, many become the wave that sweeps them. Those that notice the wave, no longer fall slave to it. To respect a thing, you must know a thing - to have it respect you back, it must know you. Therefore, if you do not notice the wave, you can never respect it nor will it respect you; but once you do, it will too - for it is not seen by many. It will welcome you as an Ubermensch, much like itself. You notice the world and are not swept away by it, instead you rise above it as the sweeplings are swept and those that do not notice you are kept by the wave. You respect those who notice you for they too are a wave sweeping the world. And so on the story goes for all those who drown, drift and become and of course for the few that notice it all.

I guess if you’re reading this then you’re already one of the Greats.

Your deepest well-wisher,

Reza
Be Empowered.