Realization

 I have deleted all characters I can recognize in all the fictions biographies and the Vishnu Purana. My world is empty devoid of any characters. I cannot add a dot a dash or a semicolon to my character. I can only stare!

I am myself. I am at the center hanging from above upside down. Around me the world of characters spinning with activities. They cannot be changed. Immutable.

Earth is the earth with COVID corruption politics and false promises. None nothing is going to change. The sun is going to be hotter lighter darker or colder, its characteristics whatever be them are not going to change. The moon shall remain the same. Changing its size complexion and characters shall remain the same. The milky way is not going to change and all the astronomers of the cosmos are not going to change. They shall be writing their fiction and call them science. They shall not change. The sky is sky shall remain same. The world is not going to change.

I am not going to change. I grow older, not funny anymore. I see no more characters in any. I see a character as the character is.  I am wiped out anonymous and forgotten. I am at last dead and cannot be revived. I could not do anything in my life. I shall not be able to do anything in time's timeline. The complete nothing I was, I cannot change. My fiction has ended.

I am optimal. 

I cannot optimize. I cannot be better. I cannot be less. I can do nothing but stare as is and see none in nothing. I cannot change my character relative to 8 billion characters now, more or less in the future, more or less in the past. Nothing is going to change.

Dharma is the property of time, me, world, and space. Pray, I may as much I wish. It is my free will to wish if there is one. Free will is not going to change. The truth is almighty time-invariant the real. Dharma.

There is no other way to realize or know me. 

I am an automaton. I cannot be happy when I am sad. I cannot be sad when I am happy. I cannot be silent when I am speaking. I cannot be speaking when I am silent. I cannot sleep when awake. I cannot be awake when sleeping. I cannot be sick when well. I cannot be well when sick.

I am at mercy of tautology. 

Truth is without reason. If truth doesn't silence me, I am hopelessly intelligent. Facebook! Microsoft! Amazon ... Google! Ashwathama, the super-intelligent machine, creation of Dronacharya out of nothing for monetization and profit. The selfish (selfless). False is false. There is no truth ever in false.

Tautology. 

Tautology is never the self. Self-alone is the truth that runs the world nonstop without a pause of a nano ... nanosecond. Nothing could ever happen in the world without Self's node.  I alone am the root cause of misery. I cannot break the sequence.

I cannot change the world. Am I afraid, rather, of mySelf? Yes of course or who else? My misery is the cause of me. I am wearing too much armor for my protection. I am too uncomfortable for my comfort.

I am denied permission to complain of grieve to even one person, even one time, of any of eight billion of the world in the timeline.

Myself is in absolute and final control of the world not even leaf moves without his knowledge. My heart cannot beat I cannot think a thought unless it is done by Self. I see all as is unless I wish to otherwise. I cannot go back even for one moment. 

I am a ghost that writes time.

This much I know. There is no meditation but getting rid of all of one's past characters in one's life. There shall be any. Only end meditation is no more no further meditation.