It was all a dream.
There was never Holy One or reformation or new paradise.
It was all a flat out lie.
An hallucination of one's desire to annihilate grief, to bring happiness.
But it brought up something new, an idea, one of a search, against everything, for that which
I have always wanted.
Which nature as of now I have no knowledge of.
I only understand it is out there, in between the many universes. There IS a great treasure.
There is a great treasure for me among all the misery, pain and grief.
But, when I find it, will it be the end?
Probably.
I'll get to enjoy it, then I can gladly, finally perish.
Forever, without coming back.
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