Prominence is cool but when the delusion kicks in it can be a drag. Especially if you choose to surround yourself with friends and not acolytes.
When I've gone back to work it's always with that sense of inevitability. That may be a complete delusion but it's the one that I need to get out of bed and go about my business. That sense that I can't avoid this thing. I better just get on with it.
The attitude we have towards our personal pets as opposed to the animals that suffer under the factory farm is hypocritical and delusional.
The ignorant mind with its infinite afflictions passions and evils is rooted in the three poisons. Greed anger and delusion.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
I have mostly been terrified of listening to scary stories around a campfire. We camp a lot as a family and at night my dad would try and tell us scary stories. This made eating s'mores difficult. The story would start with something like... 'and the old man who lived in these woods...' I would then run back into the camper terrified.