I don't even remember making this post. Weird shit is going on in my perceptual reality. My backpack moved across the room last night. Objects appearing and disappearing. I'm in stream-entry, so I have an unshakable faith in the machinations of Karma and the dharmas that have come before. But God wants me to make my own school of thought; it's important present the truth in as many ways as possible to illuminate the paths available for a layman, novice, or neophyte. Part of this is marketing; the biggest problems we face in education today are ultimately marketing problems. How do we get the kids not just to read but to give a shit about reading. Sometimes projecting a hopeless reality is good, as it can spur a connection with someone who is lost in the tall grass and does not trust the shepherds.