We live in a kind of terrible prison called Samsara. It's terrible because of ego. It's a prison because you can never escape it, death won't really stop anything.

Samsara is not a place we are trapped in, but a way of seeing that keeps regenerating itself like a cell that cannot stop dividing. The bars of this prison are not stone; they are the ego, the small gravity that warps everything around it until the whole universe seems to orbit a single point of "me." We mistake the wheel for the world, and so we keep turning, certain that death is the exit when death only resets the loop. But a prison made of perception can be unmade by perception — the corridor of mirrors ends the moment we stop polishing only the one that flatters us. What would change if the way out were never a door, but a different way of looking?