It's Just a Ride
At the urinal pissing and your co-worker takes the next stall
“The world is like a ride in an amusement park, and when you choose to go on it you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. The ride goes up and down, around and around, it has thrills and chills, and it's very brightly colored, and it's very loud, and it's fun for a while. Many people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to wonder, “Hey, is this real or is this just a ride?”
And other people have remembered, and they come back to us and say, “Hey, don't worry; don't be afraid, ever, because this is just a ride.”
And we ... kill those people. “Shut him up! I've got a lot invested in this ride, shut him up! Look at my furrows of worry, look at my big bank account, and my family. This has to be real.” It's just a ride. But we always kill the good guys who try and tell us that, you ever notice that? And let the demons run amok ... But it doesn't matter, because it's just a ride. And we can change it any time we want. It's only a choice. No effort, no work, no job, no savings of money. Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see us all as one.
Here's what we can do to change the world right now, to a better ride. Take all the money we spend on weapons and defenses each year and instead spend it on feeding and clothing and educating the poor of the world, which it would pay for may times over, not one human being excluded, and we could explore space, both inner and outer, forever, in peace.
Co-worker: *zip* “K.” *flush*